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“Wear something nice. But not too nice. And Frankie?”

“Yeah?”

“Cancel your afternoon meeting. You’re going to be busy tomorrow.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me alone with the smell of bagels and the terrifying realization that Hayes Winters just steamrolled his way back into my life.

And I’m not even mad about it.

Shit.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

The Perfect Date

Hayes

My tie’s crooked. I’ve retied it four times, and it’sstillcrooked.

“You look like you’re about to throw up,” Maddie observes from my bed, where she’s sprawled out with her Nintendo Switch.

“I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t look up from her game. “Is this about the girl?”

I pause, my hands still on the tie. “What girl?”

“The one you’ve been moping about for like, forever. Frankie, right?”

How does an eight-year-old know about my love life?

“I haven’t been moping.”

“You totally have. Dad said you’ve been weird since Uncle Charles died.”

My chest tightens. Even Maddie noticed.

“And now you’re wearing your fancy tie and that cologne that makes you smell like a magazine.”

I glance down at my outfit. Navy button-down, dark jeans, my favorite sport coat. Dressy but not overdone. The cologne she’s talking about is the same one I wore in France.

“It’s just dinner.”

“With the girl.”

“With Francesca, yes.”

Maddie finally looks up, grinning like she knows something I don’t. “Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Because you like her.”

When did my baby sister become a relationship expert?

“It’s complicated.”

“How?”