“Hunter.” “No. Fitz.” “Fizz?” “Fitz!” I sputter. “Colin Fitzgerald. Mom, keep up.” “Sorry, Summer, but maybe I’d have an easier time keeping up if your love life wasn’t like an episode of The Bachelor.” “The Bachelorette,” I correct. “Okay. Pay attention. Hunter is the one I’m having dinner with tonight. Fitz is the one I kissed.” “I see. And you have feelings for both of them?” “Yes?”
