This decision to have temporary and selective amnesia does wonders for my mood. As do the breadsticks and whipped butter the waitress leaves us. Plus the promise of even more food—the mere thought of pumpkin ravioli has me excited. I have no idea when I last ate. The days and weeks leading up to a game are long and busy, especially the ones with filming added in. I don’t think I’ve had more than a chai latte today. No wonder I’m losing it. Logan smiles knowingly as I scrape the bottom of the butter dish with the last breadstick. I point what’s left of it at him. “If you so much as hint that I
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