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“That's the spirit,” Brooke said.

Kelsie wiped her eyes. “I'm genuinely sad I won't be there.”

Brooke shifted into her wrap-up voice. “Alright everyone, that's all the time we have today. Thank you so much to Kelsie Elizabeth for joining us...”

“Thanks for having me. This was so fun.”

“Follow her on all the socials,” I added. “Links in the show notes. Her stories make mine look mild.”

“High praise,” Kelsie said.

“And thank you to our listeners,” I continued. “The dating world might be rough, but you're not alone in it. We're all out here, one terrible Lovable date at a time.”

“Put on your big girl panties,” Brooke said, “and face the world with your head up. Even when that world includes men named Landon who ghost you and wrestlers who can't remember your name.”

“We're taking next week off for the wedding,” I added, “but I'll be back after with a full recap. Brooke will be in Italy on her honeymoon, so it'll just be me.”

“Until then, stay away from men with expiration date policies.”

“Words to live by,” Kelsie agreed.

“Bye, everyone!” we said, and I reached over and stopped the recording.

The light blinked off. I slumped in my chair.

“Four days,” I said. “Four days of Dallas Dodger.”

Brooke patted my hand. “Think of it as material for the podcast.”

“I'm going to need so much wine.”

“The resort has an open bar.”

“Then I might survive.”

Kelsie grabbed her bag, still smiling. “For what it's worth, I think this wedding is going to be way more interesting than you're expecting.”

I looked at her. “What's that supposed to mean?”

She just waved and walked out.

I sat there for a second, some uneasy feeling I couldn't quite name settling in my chest.

Four days. Dallas Dodger. An open bar.

What could possibly go wrong?

CHAPTER 4

THIRTY THOUSAND FEET AND NO ESCAPE

DAVINA

Of all the flights in the world, he had to be on mine.

I stopped dead in the aisle of Flight 2847, carry-on dangling from my white-knuckled grip. The recycled cabin air suddenly felt thick enough to choke on.

There, sprawled in seat 6A like he owned the entire first-class cabin, hell, like he owned the whole damn Boeing 737, was Dallas.