I was wearing a new suit and tie. I’d gotten a haircut and trimmed my scruff. I smelled fucking fantastic, my wavy hair was doing that thing in the front, and I was wearing my lucky underwear. It was on.
I couldn’t stand her. She wasn’t a snotty little bookworm anymore, but she still knew exactly how to get under my skin. Even more annoying? She was fucking hot.
Our families go back a long way. There’s trust and loyalty and respect. There’s a history of . . . of showing up for each other. And I was just thinking, even with our somewhat rocky past, that we’d show up for each other. Wouldn’t we?”
