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Lucas’ house was more impressive in person than it had been in the photos that Ryan had seen online. He hadn’t needed to look up the address—everyone in town knew where Lucas lived—but he hadn’t expected to be bowled over by it in the way that he was. As he parked his rust bucket Accord in the driveway by the garage, he felt increasingly apprehensive about what he was doing there. I am the definition of a fish out of water right now, he thought, staring up at the back of the house, which was magnificent on its own with a cute sitting area that had a built-in swing. He could only imagine what the front of the house must be like, which faced the lake.
He gathered his equipment from the trunk and walked to the backdoor where he rang the doorbell. Inside, several voices were laughing and
