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THE WARM autumn breeze blew through the air, carrying with it the scent of adventure, and as Doris breathed it in, she felt a spark of something new ignite within her. Her eyes glowed with a wild light, and a smirk played on her lips as if she had a secret that the world could never know. She walked with a purpose toward The Bruces, her movements radiating confidence and determination.

The curve of her plumped lips morphed into a smile from the heat she noticed burning in Brad's green eyes.

He looked hot in that golf attire, by the way. Sizzling, charring, extra-hot! She thought. Like, how was it even possible a t-shirt and pants looked as sexy as—if not more sexy than—a well-tailored suit on a man?

This man was sculpted differently.

"Brad?!" Doris blinked as if she was shocked to see him there. And then, she turned her attention to the rest of The Bruces. "Hello!"

"Hello," They vocalized in harmony. Grins spread on each of their faces as they gave Brad meaningf