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“I know, and I so appreciate your enthusiasm.”

“Do you?” she asks pointedly.

“Of course. That’s why I promise I’ll be my normal engaging and charming self.”

“Perfect. I was counting on it.”

“Now tell me about Kyle and Addi.”

“Oohhh, it’s going to be so magical,” she squeals. “Macand I spent almost three hours helping Kyle plan out the details.”

Mac?I sigh. It’s like there’s no escaping him. I can’t even have a conversation without his name being brought up.

“Really? How did that go? Was he any help?”

“Believe it or not, he was. I was irritated at first, but Kyle wanted him there too. Honestly, I feel like Mac is trying to make up for lost time. He’s been gone so long—I think he’s realizing he’s missed a lot of time with his best friend, and now Kyle is embarking on the next chapter of his life, and Mac recognizes it.”

Hmm…that’s an interesting take.

“I guess it’s possible, but it was his choice to rarely come back here,” I say.

“You’re right. He wanted to be a jet-setter and live his best life,” she agrees. “Anyway, Kyle’s shopping for a ring this week.

“So, it’s happening fast?”

“Very. He’s asking her parents for their blessing and everything. He’s terrified about that part.”

“I’m sure Kyle will win them over. He’s one of the best guys I know.”

“Thankfully they already like him but getting engaged to their daughter is a whole other level.”

“True. And they haven’t been together that long.”

“That’s why he’s worried,” she says. “But he’s a thousand percent sure he wants to marry her, so he’s jumping all in.”

Wow—even I’m nervous for him.

“Anyway, the plan includes me inviting Addi to dinner, and then I’ll strategically bring her to Kyle. Are you in the mood for a girls night out?”

“Always.”

“Perfect. I’ll keep you posted once we have all the details ironed out.”

“I can’t wait. I’m so invested. This is better thanLove is Blind.

She laughs. “Me too. Anyway, don’t forget to text me when you decide what you’re wearing on Saturday.”

“You’ll be the first person I tell.”

“Ha-ha.”

I end the call and open my laptop, making sure I close out all pages hockey related. I’m still on the clock, and I have a job to do.

I’ve changed my outfit three different times already, which is dumb. Katie’s like the little devil and angel on my shoulders making me overthink my attire for the evening. I told her it was only dinner, so why am I worried about which color pants I wear?

I sigh as I look at my reflection in the mirror. My third outfit is a cropped red sweater and a pair of wide-legged jeans, it’s cute and comfortable, so I refuse to change again. I sit on my bed and send Katie a text.

Cropped red sweater and wide-legged jeans. I’m not changing.

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