“Record this song with me and go home to your man, Jay.” “Harley,” I croak. He holds up his hand. “Don’t. I’m doing a good job of being the bigger person right now, and I don’t want to blow it by taking it all back and begging you to pick me. We both know you won’t. I’ll get over you eventually. Just … make sure the hockey player is worth it, okay?” I don’t say anything because I don’t want to rub it in that I already know Soren is worth it. He’s everything to me.
