LakeIt started as a joke. At least, I thought it was.Willow had handed out the couples’ activity schedule during breakfast — homemade granola, fruit slices, and yogurt so healthy I started missing bacon with an ache in my soul — and Ivy, of course, was already circling tasks in her neat little planner like we were back in grad school.“Kissing practice?” she murmured, brows furrowed.I leaned over her shoulder, sipping the most tragic green tea of my life. “Let me see.”There it was: Welcome Dinner: Couples expected to demonstrate a shared moment of affection — kiss, story, or dance.I grinned. “Well, guess we better make out then.”She whipped her head around. “We are not actually—”“We are,” I cut in. “I mean, if we don’t want to get eliminated before dessert.”“You really think people care that much?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.“Babe,” I said, deliberately emphasizing the fake pet name, “we’re surrounded by couples who probably have matching tattoos and soul contracts. If we
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