“I love you, Chase.”
“I loved you first.” His dimple pops and then he plants his lips on mine.
EPILOGUE
Before the First Annual Boston Bruiser’s Charity Ball, Chase and I return to Concordia because I need to recharge and I simply must try some chocolate cake now that I know I’m not actually allergic.
Freddie better watch out because there will be revenge. I still have to ask Dad about the banana prank.
Then again, Freddie did petition to have the Pippa stories removed from the alumni site. At the last moment, I contacted the new administrator (Marlow, her sister, and Joe are under investigation, so she’s lying low) and said they can keep it up for posterity. Wouldn’t want to see my legacy forgotten.
As for Chase, he’s still the star QB for the Bruisers, and nothing about his grandfather’s memory was tarnished by his father or Marlow.
We walk down the quaint, cobblestone and flower-lined lane on a sunny day. The shops in the village have their doors open. The restaurants and bakeries pump out delicious smells and I’ll admit that I have a little skip in my step.
“I always believed that Freddie got the good luck gene, but it turns out mine isn’t so bad after all. After chasing love for years, I found it...”
“And it found you.” Chase squeezes my hand.
“Where will we find the best chocolate cake?”
“I’ve heard about loads of places, but there’s one up in the village that supposedly has the smoothest ganache—I’ve been researching.”
“You know what goes really good with cake?” Chase asks.
“Um, ice cream?”
“Yes, but that’s not what I was thinking.”
“Milk?”
“Nothing involving dairy.”
“Is this a Dad Joke?” I ask.
“Nope. Not a joke. Pizza.”
“Pizza and cake go together?”
“Well, yeah. We should eat dinner before dessert.”
“Is that a rule?”
“Today it is.” Chase’s dimple teases me.
“Well, if you say so.”
“I have to carb up for theCrush or Cupidwatch party later.” They did a special finale, recapping the dating disasters and featuring Chase and my story of true love.
“I’m not sure I can handle the first part, given that I had to live it. Not a fan of watching you with other women.”
“For the record, I hated every moment.”
“Obviously. Tory said in all the footage, your dimple didn’t pop once.”
“I’m smiling now.” His dimple pops for me.
“I see that, but it has a hint of mischief in it.”
