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“I’m with Devon,” Zeb chuckled, signaling the waiter. “The only ‘summit’ I want to see tomorrow is the top of a stack of pancakes. We’ve all been working too hard. Let’s just be normal guys for forty-eight hours.”

Zeb and Devon groaned in unison, their laughter echoing down the street as they disappeared into the glow of the city. Zeb Atlas Johnny Castle Devon MichaelsFriends With