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I watched it roll across the green roughly ten feet before sinking into the hole. Erin had really outdone herself finding this chef. “Uh… whatever you’re cooking?”

“Of course,” she said, grabbing the ladle on the counter nearby. “Why didn’t you say anything a month ago, Marcus!” she shouted. Opening it, I found a close-up of a vagina—it wasn’t Erin’s. “God… I want to say yes,” she breathed. “Nice one,” I said, referring to the ball she’d just sunk. We have the means to do whatever we want. Being so close to having her and letting her slip through my fingers hurt… a lot. With her back to me, I could only see tendrils of steam curling around her arms and wafting past her shoulders and head as she stood over the large pot. You could’ve told me not to date him the moment I said anything! “Seriously?”

I hesitated and explained what I knew to Astrid, leaving nothing out. Why?”

“She could tell how much I liked you,” I said. The question made me gasp involuntarily, which was unfortunate because I was halfway through chewing on a mouthful of lamb. In fact, I’ve never seriously dated anyone.”

That shocked me. It was something I needed to take to heart; if I didn’t, losing Natalie wouldn’t have meant a damn thing.