What are you watching?”
“Infomercials,” I said.
Bryce laughed and wiped his hands on his pajama pants before grabbing the house phone off the side table. “These are the best. I love calling and asking them questions.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see,” he grinned mischievously, waggling his eyebrows, and punched in the number.

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