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no shit?
Lucy
Yeah—she’s at an RV campsite called Lakeside Camp. Driving a pink RV
Me
a pink RV?
Lucy
Yep
Can you go check on her? I think she’s going through some stuff—she took a sabbatical and bought a freaking RV—and I hate being over here and wondering if she’s losing her shit
Me
yeah, sure, I think I can fit her in
Lucy
Oh, and happy birthday, Atticus. Let’s celebrate when Kellen and I get back in a month
Me
thanks, Luce
Raleigh’s here. In Fort Collins. Right now.
This will be the perfect distraction from my existential crisis over being the only single guy left of my close friends, my groin injury recovery, my father’s fourth divorce, and the deep sense of dread at having to play on the same team as Barrett Steele next season.
I could use a friend, one who knew me before I was an NHL player. One who takes no shit from me. One who will probably laugh at my existential crisis—or maybe we can laugh aboutourexistential crises together.
And my sister asked me to go check on her.
That’s my motivation. Certainly not because I’ve been yearning to see her face again.
I’m gonna go see Raleigh.
Just to make sure she’s okay.
CHAPTER 3
Abso-fucking-lutely Not
RALEIGH
Istruggle to back my RV into the sewage hookup area. Dragging this contraption and having to reverse it into the right spot is fucking impossible.
It’s pink.
My RV is pink.
It’s a light pink with two darker pink stripes.
The paint is peeling.
The windows are definitely not sealed properly anymore.
