Page 52 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
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It was like the Battle of the Blogs. She could feel it in her bones—another challenge, calling their name.
“Yeah,” he answered, checking his phone.
“What does it say?”
Jordan pocketed his cell. “They sent us the date for the first challenge.”
“And Faby?” she asked.
“Faby’s coming with us.”
She glanced at the doll in her arms, staring up at her with that playful glint.
Game on.
Ready or not, here they go again.
