“Hello?”

“Katie! It’s Vivienne.”

“Vivienne! Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine.” I reply quickly. “But I need a favor. Can you get me Joe Anderson’s number? Or Owens’s? I forget his first name—everyone just calls him Owens. Either of them.”

“The football players? Uh—yeah, I can try.” Katie sounds bewildered. “Are you sure everything is okay?”

“I’m trying to find out where Jace is,” I admit.

“Jace? He’s here.”

“What?”

“Jace is at Lincoln right now.”

“He’s at Lincoln?”

“Yes.”

“What is he doing there?”

“It’s the last game of the regular season today. The last game for everyone his year. He’s the guest of honor.”

“Shit,” I groan.

“Um, do you mind me asking why you’re looking for Jace? Aren’t you about to marry someone else?”

“Not anymore,” I reply. It’s the first time I’ve said the words out loud, and they’re remarkably freeing.

I expect Katie’s answering squeal will do permanent damage to my eardrums. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” she shouts when she finally stops screeching.

I laugh.

“You’re coming after Jace? That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Can you meet me on Lincoln’s campus? By the stadium? And bring a hat or something?”

“Yeah, of course, but the game doesn’t start for four hours.”

“Katie, I’m still flying over the Atlantic.”

“Oh.” She laughs. “Okay, I’ll see you soon, then.”

“See you soon,” I repeat before I hang up the phone.

I glance to Michael. “Can you let the pilot know we’re headed to Lincoln, Michigan?”

He nods and heads up front.

Several hours later, I meet Katie underneath one of the towering trees that surrounds the football stadium. She gives me a big hug and then hands me a Lincoln baseball cap.

“This is all I could find,” she tells me apologetically.

“Think it will be enough?” I ask, putting the hat on and pulling my hair forward so it falls on either side of my face.

Katie studies me doubtfully. “For someone who doesn’t know what you look like? Maybe. Unfortunately, everyone here does. It doesn’t help that you look like a supermodel. Did you seriously just get off a five-hour flight?”

I roll my eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“We’ll sit up at the very top and we can plan how to find him after,” Katie tells me.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Most of the students have already made their way inside the stadium, which I think is a good thing until Katie and I emerge inside to discover there’s not an open seat in sight. Jace’s voice is echoing around the stadium. It gives me chills, but I don’t look down at the field, keeping my gaze trained on the cement floor in an attempt to avoid drawing attention to myself.

“Claudia said she saved some seats down below…” Katie suggests.

I sigh. “Okay, let’s go.” Wandering around the stadium aimlessly isn’t going to help anything.

We make our way down toward the very edge of the field.

I give Claudia and Katie’s other friends a small wave as I slide into the seat at the very end of the row. They all looked stunned to see me. I settle in the seat and finally glance around the field. Both teams are standing on the sideline. A podium and short row of folding chairs has been set up in the middle of the field. Jace stands at the podium, still speaking. I finally focus on what he’s saying.