“Elliott, where’s Kaitlyn?” Aidan asked.

“Not coming until the second half.” He tugged on his longish, red beard. “Maybe not at all.”

“What’s up with that, man? I thought you guys were tight again.”

Elliott walked into Aidan’s kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “This all you have, Bud Light?”

“You’re supposed to bring your own beer, Elliott. Remember?” Aidan, a tall, slim young man, was laughing.

“Right, I think Kaitlyn’s bringing it.”

“If she comes,” Aidan said....

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