“Wait, you drove over eleven hours, to a foreign country—” “It’s Canada.” “Doesn’t matter, you drove to a foreign country—to steal a trophy from your estranged uncle?” “Yup.” I smile widely. “My mom deserves that trophy. It’s hers. And I’m going to get it for her.” “Wow,” Pacey says and then chuckles. “That . . . Jesus, that makes me like you so much fucking more.” “My crazy makes you like me more?” “Yeah, in fact it does.”
