Chapter 18: More Questions, More Talking

Jaycee’s P.O.V.

I get downstairs to an amazing breakfast fit for a king, I take a sit and once I do four plates are thrusted into my face.

“Whoa! Guys hang on, I won’t be able to eat all of that.” I say as I take the pate that Ricco is holding out. I want him to know that the talk that we had last...

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