“Do you know how much shit I had to do in a week, Rory?” “Like?” “Like, appoint a new CEO for my business, sell my London apartment. Completely upend my life and move to Devil’s Dip.” His jaw flexes. “Also, I took a detour to San Fran. I had…unfinished business there.” I nod, slowly taking it all in. “But you hate Devil’s Dip.” His eyes harden on the windshield. “But I don’t hate you.”
