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FORTY

Tate

To: Lauren “Sunny” Williamson

From: Tate “Sheriff” Foster

Subject: Breaking My Own Rules (And I’m Not Sorry)

Sunny

I know what you’re thinking—Sheriff Foster, rule-follower extraordinaire, is breaking his own no-contact policy after exactly 36 hours.

You’re right.

And I don’t care.

But I realized my rule had a critical oversight. There’s a difference between pressuring you about your decision and supporting you through this huge moment, which is saying something considering I usually calculate every angle.

The team set me straight the second I got back. They pointed out that wishing you luck isn’t pressure. It’s what partners do. When Jaz asked what my heart wanted me to do, I already knew. Of course, I want to contact you. And it was killing me not to. Even though I want you to miss me.

At the same time, I don’t want to pressure you about Kansas City or influence your decision. I’m just here to tell you that you’re going to absolutely crush that interview tomorrow. You’re brilliant and any NHL team would be lucky to have you.

Also, I miss you. More than I thought possible.

I miss watching you snuggle with Annie, the way your whole face lights up when she falls asleep on your lap.

I miss the way you boss me around and somehow make me want to follow every ridiculous order.

I miss falling asleep to the sound of your voice begging for “just one more chapter.”

I miss the way you curl up next to me when you’re tired, like you belong there. Because you do.

Most of all, I miss my Sunny. The woman who makes everything better and brighter just by being herself.

Go show Kansas City what I already know—that you’re the best PR manager in hockey. But whatever you decide, know that I’m here. I’ll always be here, no matter what.

Your rule-breaking Sheriff,

Tate

P.S. I have news about Seattle when you get back. Good news.

P.P.S. Annie misses you too. James called and said she wasn’t eating, just sitting by the door looking for you. So I brought her home, and she’s been sleeping on your side of the bed, like she’s waiting for you to come back.