Chapter 11
Stone: Four stars. Orange. One of the three bears—Papa Bear. Definite dad bod. Doable, even if his name is kind of dumb. I like his glasses and his little belly. Green eyes, light brown hair, receding, which I find rather cute. He should give up the combover. It does him no favors.
After chowing down on a burrito supreme combo with twelve hungry men under a gray Maryland sky, AC had snuck away and was searching the glovebox for the ratings notebook during their stop at Taco Bell. He’d also shared a Baconator from the Wendy’s across the street and an extra-crispy drumstick from the KFC right next to that with Spud. Everyone else shared their late lunch with Spud as well. “N-no spice f-f-for him,” AC had insisted. Still, he hoped there wasn’t tummy trouble ahead, or any other ki
