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EPILOGUE 2 KAYDEN SIX MONTHS LATER “That was fucking sick!” Gareth punches the air as we sit in a bougie restaurant in Manhattan. His treat. And it’s not for me. That statement that’s bursting with excitement is also not for me. It’s for the third party that’s joining us for the dinner—upon Gareth’s invitation. As I said, his treat. And he’s standing out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the smartly dressed people because he’s still wearing the hockey jersey he bought at the game earlier in the evening. No one would refuse to let him in, though, because one of his mafia friends owns this place, and he just walked in like it’s his house. I know I was the one who introduced him to hockey and promised to take him to his first game, but I’m starting to have regrets. Maybe dragging him to my nephew’s college away game in New York wasn’t the best idea, because he’s been annoyingly cheerful all evening. And it’s not because of me. Okay, so he said he loves me and thanked me for bringing h