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“Myworkoffice.”

“Which work?”

He turns to me. “Are you well?”

“What?” I scoff. “Which office? The auto shop?”

“No. Tom paid me for the days I was off, and I need to clear it up with payroll.”

I’msoconfused. “They have an office?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t they?”

“What goes on in this office?”

He reaches across the front seat, places his hand on my forehead. “Are you sick?”

I swat his hand away. “No. Where is this office?”

“It’s an old house they converted to an office, just off Main St. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Who all works there?”

“Addie!”

“What? Who all works there?”

“Admin, payroll, marketing… I don’t know.”

“Roman!”

“What?”

“IfPreston, Gordon and Sonshave an entire office, why the fuck am I working at the cabin?”

He slows to a stop at the only set of lights in town and turns to me, his look of confusion matching my own. “Good question.”

Good question, indeed.

58

Liam

The summer is almost over.

And a lot has changed in a single season.

I see a future now, which is something that didn’t exist only months ago. The problem is—the future I see didn’t necessarily align with my twin brother’s. Sitting down and telling him I wanted out of the whole YouTube/Influencer thing was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. The fear of disappointing him has been the only reason I hadn’t done it earlier.

Obviously, Lincoln—being as in tune as he is with me—already knew it was coming. He asked for six more months. We give it everything we have, film like crazy, and have enough in our drafts to last another year. Maybe two if we’re lucky. That way, we have the income stream flowing in while we go off and do our own thing.

I agreed.

It was the least I could do.

But, honestly, it was probably the best thing we could’ve done for our channel, because having that pressure off us meantthat we could havefunagain—in a way I hadn’t felt since before we went “viral.”

Now, Linc and I are out front, recording ourselves washing Chicken. It’s not the best, most creative content we’ve come up with, but the views we get when we’re shirtless are higher than average. Clearly, it was Linc’s idea, and since views equals money, I can’t really complain.

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