And all those things you listed right now, they’rethings Garrett and I do together. Dude, you don’t want me. You want me andGarrett.

someone like Grace. Someone exactly like Grace, with her Ted Bundy rantsand her calming presence and—hello, irony.

His eyes are a hazy swirl ofgray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

I broke up with her to avoid getting into a serious relationship with her, and now it

The accusation raises my hackles. “Why? Because I’m a player?” Indignation makesmy tone harsher than I intend for it to be. “Have you ever thought that maybe it’sbecause I haven’t met the right girl yet? But no, I couldn’t possibly want someone tocuddle with andwatch movies with, someone who wears my jersey and cheers for meat games, and cooks dinner with me the way you and Garrett—