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“Good?”

I look at the ring.

Then at him.

“Because I have a wedding to plan.”

His grin widens.

“And a dissertation to finish.”

“Less exciting.”

“And you have an NBA team to convince you're worth millions of dollars.”

“Easy.”

“Arrogant.”

“Engaged.”

I smile.

“Very.”

He kisses me again under a sky that still has our story written across it.

Footnote.

Endnote.

None of it fits anymore.

Kane was never the story I got pulled into.

He became part of mine.

And I became part of his.

Not the ending.

Not the beginning.

Every page in between.

Twenty-Three

KANE-TWO YEARS YEAR LATER

The NBA draft has terrible snacks.

I’ve been here forty minutes and Hannah has already rated the cheese plate a four out of ten.

“Too much garnish,” she says.

“It’s cheese.”

“The grapes are decorative.”