I paused and looked back.

“What was your news?”

“Wh—oh. Yeah. I’m buying the place in Alki.”

“Seriously?” I swear, she almost seemed more excited about that than the engagement. “When will it be done?”

“July.”

“Oh, wow. That’s great. You could have such great summer parties.”

“Yep. Let’s hope it gets finished on time.”

She sighed happily and gave me a quick hug. “Isn’t this a great day? Good news for both of us.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Great.”

I walked home, too stunned over the engagement news to process it much. Considering Hugh’s prediction, there wasn’t much to process. I’d convinced Seth that he and I were a fantasy, that he needed to settle into reality and take what good he had with Maddie. Seth had believed me and tried to make it up to her—make it up to himself, even—with this hasty engagement. He was not a rash person usually, but the extreme circumstances had turned him into one.

My phone rang about half a block from the store. I could recognize Vancouver’s area code by now, but I didn’t know the number. For all I knew, Evan wanted me to smuggle them some spray paint across the border. To my relief, it was Kristin.

“Hey,” I said. “How’s it going?”

“Fine. Well, better than fine. Great actually.” There were a few awkward seconds of silence. “Me and Cedric . . . we’re . . .”

The first spark of enthusiasm I’d felt in a while leapt up in me. “Really? You guys are a . . . thing?”

“Yeah.” There was wonder in her voice, like she could hardly believe it. “He told me that you were the one who said that he should go out with me.”

“Oh, well. I . . . just suggested he was looking in the wrong places.”

“Georgina, there is no way I can thank you enough for this.” Her voice was brimming with emotion, something I wouldn’t have thought possible of the businesslike imp. “This is . . . I’ve wanted this for so long. Loved him for so long. And he never noticed me until you made him just pause and look. That’s exactly how he said it too. That he’d been so busy chasing everything else that he’d never seen what was in front of him.”

I thought I might get choked up too. “I’m glad for you, Kristin. Really. You deserve it.”

She laughed. “Most would say us damned souls don’t deserve anything.”

“We’re like anyone else, deserving both good and bad. I’m not sure being damned has anything to do with it.”

She was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was low, almost hard to hear. I actually stopped walking and stepped off down a side street to get away from the din of traffic.