Chapter 73
Tyler
Present Day
The Hamptons
That night, after my meeting, I found Katie sitting on the front porch, waiting for me. She stood as I approached and, at
once, nearly tripped over her own two feet. I caught her with one arm, and she smiled up at me.
“You good, Daisy?”
“I’m great! I’m drunk! Meredith and I got shit-faced. She gave an Oscar de la Renta to me.”
“I . . . do not know what that means.”
She booped my nose. “Of course you don’t, you long-suffering, beautiful, clueless man who has probably banged half the girls
who walked their runway.”
I glared at her. She giggled, hanging off me.
I took a long, deep breath.
“Katie, listen,” I said. “About today. I need—”
“I love you, Tyler McNally.”
I gulped. I had come home prepared to tell her everything. But she was already so drunk. She was already, despite everything,
so happy. “Katie . . .”
“You don’t have to say it yet. But you should know that I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I was born, and I don’t think
I’ll ever stop.”