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But I don’t care, and I don’t think he does either.

He snuggles against me, kisses my cheek, then says, “I’m falling in love with you.”

And it’s so right with him. It’s more than right. “I’m falling in love with you too.”

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Later, after we straighten up, I walk him to the door, then wave goodbye. “Good luck with practice tomorrow,” I say. He’s got an all-day practice and prep for the game this weekend.

“See you soon,” he says with a wink, then heads up Fillmore.

I watch him the whole way with a dopey smile on my face.

When I return inside, the receptionist drums his purple-polished fingernails on the counter. “He’s such a cutie. Thank you again for having eye-candy clients.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I say with a laugh.

He slides his finger across his iPad screen. “Now, don’t forget tomorrow morning you have the videographer coming so you can shootTen Days to Half Moon Pose.”

“I’ll be here.”

“And you want to stop by Leilani’s class in the Mission. I took it yesterday, and her tree poses are to die for.”

“I can’t wait.”

He fixes me with a pout, narrows his winged-eyeliner eyes, all the more stunning against his dark-brown skin. “Are you ever goingto tell me what all this research is about?”

“Someday,” I say breezily, still high on sex, on falling, on love.

But the next day, I wake up with a smidgen of guilt wiggling through me, and it’s not about the half-moon shoot.

As I shower and get dressed, I keep asking myself if maybe I shouldn’t have given in with Harlan.

Should I have waited till the end of the season?

I wait for the universe to answer, but instead, there’s a knock on my door.

I head to the peephole.

My mother is waiting on the other side.

Chapter 33

Katie

I’d be less surprised to see Ed Sheeran.

I turn into a statue with my mouth hanging open. How do I talk? Think? Act?

My brain goes sluggish.

The woman who ruined my wedding is here at my home. She hasn’t reached out to me since August when I sent her my “Enjoy him,” note.

But now she’s here on a Thursday morning.

Knocking.

This makes no sense.

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