“You two had been dancing around one another for months. So when you showed up at my house with her on your arm, telling me you’re engaged, she’s wearing your mother’s ring, and you look like you’re about to vomit, I knew I needed to see how it went. Thought if anyone could pull your head out of your ass, make you see there’s more to life than work, it would be this firecracker here,” he says, tipping his head toward Katrina. She smiles, but I continue to sit in stunned silence.
