“Oh, girl—wait. When you say ‘meet’…did you meet meet him?” I nod and she shrieks through the phone. “Oh god, that is amazing!” she cackles. “You dirty little horndog. You hooked up with an NHL player at your brother’s wedding—” “Not at the wedding,” I correct. “And I didn’t know he played for the NHL. I didn’t know anything about him. We didn’t do names.” Tess laughs. “God, you are wild, girl.” “It didn’t feel very wild in the moment,” I admit. “It felt…right. He felt right. It was…” I struggle to find the words to explain what Seattle meant to me. “Cosmic,” I say. “We had a cosmic
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