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From the moment they met, Jack knew this was the
man with which he would spend the rest of his life. 

“I hope y’all like pecan pie,” Eric Bittle said. He was small,
blond, and southern, with a smile that could brighten a room and a pie that
smelled like heaven held gently in his hands. Ransom and Holster were on him in
seconds.

“Holy shit, did you make this? It’s spectacular!” said
Holster, pieces of pecan flying from his mouth. He hadn’t bothered to grab a
plate, or a fork, or anything resembling kitchen ware for that
matter. 

“Uhh, yes?” Eric looked scandalized. Ransom and Shitty had
joined in, grabbing bits of pie and cramming it in their mouths with a voracity
that challenged wild hyenas. 

Jack was perched on the edge of the dining hall table, watching the
chaos unfold. This wasn’t how he thought it would happen. After a moment, he
rolled up his sleeve, tracing his fingers over the soul mark that occupied the
inside of his arm. ‘I hope y’all like pecan pie’ was written in
large loopy letters. From where Jack sat, he could see the rest of the boys
converging on Bittle’s pie. He smiled at the horrified look on Eric’s face. He would be easy to love, Jack thought. 

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