A/N—Finally getting another chapter up. I'm so happy you guys liked the meeting of Kendall and Don! Well, James, but you know what I mean. They deserve a chance to see if something can work between them. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading. And I hope everyone's doing okay, I know things are still crazy. Also, watch BTR on Netflix if you can! It's helping to get them trending again, which is awesome. :) I've enjoyed digging back into the show and it's definitely helping to inspire me on my other story, which takes place at The Palm Woods.

The couple had disappeared by the time Kendall took his seat at the bar. The few tables spread around the small room were also empty, leaving the two of them as the only occupants of the bar for the moment.

Perfect.

Don was unpacking a case of tequila. He twisted around fast when he heard Kendall return. "Hey."

"Hey."

"For a second there, I was afraid you might not come back."

"What, and miss out on the best fried chicken in the world? Never."

Don grinned. He put away the remaining bottles and took the empty box to a back room before rounding the bar to take the stool next to Kendall. "I figure it's just us, so I can sit down for five minutes. But let me know if you need anything."

"I'm good." A sudden eruption of cheers from the television above their heads caused them both to look up. "Yes! That's how you do it!"

"That your team?" Don asked.

"Hell yeah, it is. I know it's only the pre-season, but you can tell a lot about how the year's gonna go by the way they play now. My boys are due for the Cup this year." Feeling an amused gaze on him, Kendall asked, "Are you not a hockey fan?"

"I haven't really thought about it. I know how the game is played, though, so either I'm a fan or have done it myself."

"I bet it sucks not knowing things like that. I'm so sorry."

"You just...live with it. I wouldn't have made it through without my best friend. Thank God he was here when it all went down."

"That's good. And you don't have family to lean on? That you know of?"

"No, apparently I was on my own for years before that. Traveled the world. Probably had a million adventures I'll never remember." Don stood up enough to reach over the bar for a can of 7UP. He sat back down and took a long swallow after popping the can open. He seemed to brace himself before saying, "So...I know I said it's best that I don't focus on my past, but you're the first person I've met who actually remembers me from before. Outside of my friend, of course."

Kendall nodded.

"And now that you said that, I can't stop wondering. What was I like? Do you remember anything that might give me a clue at all to my former life? I've been trying to figure out why it happened, like if I was running from something or...if there was a traumatic experience. I know I had only been living here for about a month when it hit. So I obviously moved from somewhere."

"Your friend didn't know?"

"No, I guess I didn't keep in touch with him. Contacted him once I returned to the States and settled down here. But you're saying you saw me in a movie theater...where, exactly?"

"Minnesota. That's where I'm from."

"Huh. Small world, that's where my buddy lives."

"I've lived there my whole life. Only saw you the once, though."

"And we talked? Were we friends, or...?"

"Uh...no. I'd never seen you before that day."

"It was in a bathroom?"

"Yeah. The reason I noticed you is because you um...you looked really sad." Also because you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, but we'll leave that out.

"Sad?"

"Right. I think...well, I asked and you said no, but I think you were either about to propose to someone or already had, and it didn't go well. I got the feeling you'd changed your mind. You asked me..." Kendall thought back. "Something about...how do you know when it's time to let go?"

"Time to let go?" Don frowned. "I actually said that?"

"Yeah. And you had this ring in your hand, it was gorgeous. I remember thinking that if a guy had asked me to marry him and had presented me with that ring, I wouldn't be able to say no."

Don glanced over, not missing the hint that Kendall purposely dropped. He smiled before saying, "So there was someone in my life."

"I assume so. I guess we'll never know."

Don got lost in thought. "I guess not. But if I was sad then, and wanting to let someone go...well, I guess it's no surprise that I ended up having the mental break. The pain must've been too hard to bear. It's probably best that I don't remember him. At least, I'd assume it was a guy, since I'm attracted to them more than women."

Kendall's heart jumped. He barely managed to hide a smirk, taking a swig of beer to cover it up. There was no way this wasn't meant to be.

Don suddenly jumped up. "Your chicken! I'm so sorry, I'm totally slacking on my job. I'll go check on it, I'm sure it's done."

"No rush, Don. I don't have anywhere else to be tonight."

Don paused halfway across the room. He glanced back over his shoulder with a tiny smile. "Good to know."

This was happening. Kendall's gut told him without a doubt that Don was feeling the same pull.

But that didn't really shock Kendall—Don was the one.

Don surprised him by returning with not just one plate, but two. He'd apparently put in an order for himself as well.

"So I hope you don't mind, but I'm starving. I'm going to continue to slack off by eating dinner with you. I mean, I have to at some point, right?"

"Doesn't bother me."

"Cool. Usually I'd get a dinner break but it's so slow tonight that I might as well eat now."

Don set down the plates—the chicken dinner for Kendall, and a plate of pork chops for himself. He ran behind the counter for silverware and napkins, then made himself comfortable.

"Is it always this slow? I remember it being pretty busy last time I was here."

"Sunday evenings are usually dead. It's more of a tourist attraction and everybody goes home on Sunday. We'll pick up tomorrow night, when the locals come in after work. How long are you staying?"

"I took a week off work, but was considering extending it to two. I forgot how much I really love this town."

"It's great, isn't it? I don't know where I lived before, but I'm happy to spend the rest of my life here. Have you tried the pork chops?"

"No, but they smell amazing."

"Here." Don cut off a piece for Kendall, who in turn dropped a chicken leg on his plate. "Aww, thanks."

"No problem. I noticed you got the gravy."

"I did," he nodded. "I think it's more fun when it gets messy."

Kendall busted into laughter.

"Though I see your point about the taste being important." He waggled his brows at Kendall. "So what do you do back home?"

"I'm a hockey coach for the local high school. And by default, also a P.E. teacher."

"Oh, so you're really into hockey."

"It's been a big part of my life. I enjoy it."

"Do you like teaching, too? Like...the coaching aspect of it?"

"It's my favorite, actually. Way better than playing for a pro team. I never thought I'd say that back in school, but after getting a shot at the big leagues I realized I'm happier in one place."

"Really? You went pro?"

"I went semi-pro. Decided I didn't want to take it further."

"Wow. So you passed up a chance for fame and fortune?"

Kendall shrugged. "Wasn't really my scene. Whoa, these pork chops are almost as good as the chicken."

"Told you. Want more?"

"Yeah, I'll take another bite."

This time Don speared a chunk and fed it to Kendall. Their eyes met and Kendall shivered, his body on fire again. Something told him that sex with Don would be exactly the kind he'd been looking for. "Thanks."

"Mm-hm." Don smirked as if he could read Kendall's thoughts. "So we close a little earlier tonight, around ten. I usually run the dining room but switched with Nick so that I could get some practice at the bar. I—"

"Oh, is that why he got so mad?"

"Uh, yeah. He wanted to stay here and try to make a move on you instead."

Kendall rolled his eyes. "I got that feeling. Thanks for rescuing me."

"Glad I could help," Don smiled. "But that makes my next question awkward."

Having shoveled in his food in record time, Kendall wiped his hands and mouth before giving Don his full attention. He liked that Don had chosen the seat next to him rather than taking one farther away. "Yes?"

"If I can get out of here early, would you like to maybe take a walk with me? The beach is beautiful at night."

"Yes." Kendall said the word before Don had even finished speaking. "I'd love to."

Don's smile widened. Kendall fell in love all over again.

Once they were done eating, Don took their plates away. A woman came into the bar and settled in two stools away from Kendall. "He'll be right back," he informed her. "The bartender."

"Thanks."

She smiled at him, and Kendall recognized the look in her eyes—she was on the prowl. The sooner he and Don got out of here, the better.

It was Nick who returned, though, looking way too happy about it once he spotted Kendall. "Hey, you're still here!"

"For the moment," Kendall nodded. "Are you...back on duty?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, I was needed in the dining room. But I'm here now! You doing good? Need another beer? Anything?"

"I'm great, but I think she'd like some service." He tilted his head toward the woman.

"Oh. Right. Sorry, ma'am, what can I get you?"

With Nick's attention sufficiently diverted, Kendall breathed out in relief. He plucked his phone free from the pocket of his jeans and texted Logan.

"We're going for a walk on the beach. Don't expect to hear from me until morning."

"I won't. Have fun, Kendall. You deserve it."

He did, didn't he? There was a twinge of guilt when he thought of Carlos, who he'd hurt by dropping without warning (though truly, it had been coming on for months), but he couldn't hate himself too much when his heart and body were wide open for the first time in...ever? Had he ever felt so much for one person before?

No. He hadn't. Don brought out something in him no one else did.

Speaking of the man, he appeared with a grin for Kendall. "We're good. You done there?"

"Yeah, I just need to pay for everything."

Don stood by while Kendall dug out his wallet, then a credit card. Nick swooped in to snatch it out of his hand. "I got that for you."

Just as smoothly, Don reached over Nick's shoulder to pluck it from between his fingers. "I don't think so. This one's mine."

The double meaning was clear. Heat swam through Kendall's body at the possessive tone.

Nick glared at Don, who pointedly ignored him and spun toward the register to run the card. Kendall tried to hide a smirk. With a defeated sigh, Nick returned to the woman at the end of the bar and asked if she'd made up her mind.

"Wait. Just...wait a fucking second."

Don's words caught Kendall's attention. "What's wrong? Did it go through?"

Don ripped off a piece of paper that had shot out of the register and carried that, a pen, and the card back to Kendall. His face had paled. "Your last name."

"Yeah?"

"Is it...is your name actually Kendall Donald Knight, or is that some weird alias you chose for yourself?"

"Alias?" Kendall frowned. "Why would I need an alias? What, you think I'm some secret agent or something?" He tried for a laugh while signing the slip of paper.

"I just...there's no way. Coincidence is one thing, but this..."

"What's the problem, Don?"

Don leveled him with a serious look. "My name is Donald Knight. Just like you spell yours. Tell me how in the hell that's possible."

Kendall licked his lips. "So...we have the same name?"

"I mean, it's your middle name, but...is it just me or is that really weird?"

"It's...weird," Kendall conceded. "My friend would say it's nothing more than coincidence."

"I'm not sure I believe in that."

Kendall shrugged. "Then it must mean there's more to our story."

Don nodded slowly, letting that sink in. "You ready? I just need to run to the back for a second and we can go."

"Sounds great."

That killer smile was back, making Kendall's heart pump hard. He would've expected to be nervous about being alone with Don, but there was none of that—just anticipation.

Don winked before heading into the back. Kendall saw Nick follow him, then clearly heard a yell of "Don, what the hell? We had a deal!"

Don's reply was inaudible. Kendall peeked at the television, having mostly forgotten about the game due to Don's presence, and wasn't really sorry to leave it. Tonight, there was something more exciting to think about.

Logan had his phone on the bar next to the trivia device, and when it buzzed with an incoming text, he smiled; he'd been expecting this.

"I met him tonight. The guy I knew was out there, the one I kept waiting for. And no, it's not Nick!"

With a chuckle, Logan picked up his phone to reply. "Yeah? You just met him and you know he's the one?"

"I know what you're gonna say, it's too soon and I don't even know him and how can I love someone I just met? But dude, he's perfect. He's everything I ever wanted without being able to put it into words. Don't even try to talk me out of this."

"I won't. Follow your heart."

"Really? You're not gonna tell me to take things slow?"

"Nope. Have fun, Don."

"Thanks. I just had to let you know. His name is Kendall and he's beautiful."

Logan's heart warmed. After all of the mess they'd created, things were finally going to be right again. He still had Katie's concerns about them having a mutual best friend to worry about, and there was still the fact that Carlos might recognize Don as James at some point, but in this moment things were as they should be. Kendall and James deserved to be happy again.

"I'm happy for you."

Don sent back a heart. It was something James had done on rare occasions, when he was really grateful to Logan for something. Tears stung Logan's eyes—James really was coming back.

"Hey hey hey, what's that secret smile for? Is there a man in your life you haven't told me about?"

The smile widened. Logan pocketed his phone, knowing he wouldn't be contacted again until morning. "Maybe."

Carlos almost dropped the glass of iced tea he was bringing over. "What?! Are you serious?"

Logan shrugged. "We all have our secrets, don't we?"

"Uh no, I tell you everything about my love life." Carlos set the glass down. "That's not fair, Logan! You owe me! Are you into someone?"

Logan mimed zipping his mouth closed.

"Oh my god, you're really gonna play it like that. After everything we've been through. I thought we were friends, man. I thought we were tight." He looked away as if devastated.

"Hey," Logan said quietly. He laid a hand over Carlos'. "I'm joking. There's nobody in my life. If there was, you'd be the...second? Third? To know."

Carlos' jaw dropped. "Wow. I can't even look at you right now. Who would be before me? Kendall? Katie? It's not like you have anyone else."

"Maybe I have a secret best friend, too." Logan smirked into his drink. "I'm not all black and white, you know."

"I can't." Carlos shook his head. "I should be next in line to be your best friend. This is bullshit, Logan. I'm so hurt I don't even want to look at you."

"That might make it tough to go bowling later. Are you sure you want to pass that up?"

Carlos hesitated, halting in the act of storming off. "Just you and me, right? No secret best friend joining us?"

"No, Carlos. It's just you and me. He lives out of state. This week, it's just the two of us."

"Good. That's how it should be. I gotta get back to work. Be ready to leave in an hour."

"You got it."

Carlos started to walk away again, then turned back. "Hey, so...I have to ask. Do you hug him, too?"

Logan's lips twisted. Carlos sounded positively heartbroken at the notion. "I do, but in my defense I've known him a lot longer than you."

"Longer than Kendall?"

"Yes."

"Oh. So why haven't we heard about him?"

"I don't see him often."

Carlos studied Logan's face. "You miss him, though. I can tell."

More than you know. "Yeah."

"Well...if you ever want to take a trip to visit and don't want to do it alone, I get vacation time. Just saying."

"I'll keep that in mind, Carlos. Thanks."

"That's what friends are for, bro!"

Ugh, there it was again. The B word was almost as bad as the F word. But, it was better than nothing.

Don led the way across the street and onto the sand. Kendall kept fighting the urge to take his hand, not sure how Don would feel about that. What if all he was interested in was a one-night thing? Hand-holding felt more intimate, like something actual boyfriends did. Or even just guys on dates.

They weren't either of those things.

And if it was just a hook-up for Don? Would Kendall still go through with it?

Without question. He'd spent more time aroused in the past hour than he had the entire previous year. Even if it didn't go past morning, he'd never forgive himself for passing up the chance to experience sex with Don. As long as Don showed an interest in taking it that far, it was going to happen.

The mere thought of it left Kendall feeling giddy. He stumbled in the sand. Don reached out to steady him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. It's the shoes." Kendall slipped them off, regretting that he'd worn a pair without laces. Now he'd have to carry them in one hand.

Don kicked his own off, then stuffed his socks inside them. "Just leave them here. I promise they're safe."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I leave my shoes all the time when I go for a walk or a run. Nobody ever takes them. That's one of the things I love about this town."

"Okay, I'll trust you."

"And if this happens to be the one time they get stolen, I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," Kendall chuckled. He set his shoes next to Don's, liking how they looked next to each other—like they belonged together. Stop it, Kendall. You're getting sentimental.

Don held out his hand. "Shall we?"

Kendall's heart skipped a beat. "Absolutely." He placed his hand in Don's, and together they crossed the expanse of sand toward the ocean.

The moon wasn't quite full, but the stars sure were gorgeous. They dotted the night sky like tiny pinpricks in a black sheet. The ocean and the squawk of birds was their only soundtrack for the first few minutes, each lost in thought and at peace with that. Don's hand was warm in Kendall's.

"This is...perfect," Kendall finally said. "It's a perfect night. I mean, look at the moon. And the stars."

"They are beautiful," Don agreed as he looked up. "I don't come often at night."

"I would if I lived here."

"I might if I had someone to walk with." He squeezed Kendall's hand. "I hear a lot of town gossip, you know, working for the main hotel. I happen to know there's a high school ten miles away looking for a hockey coach."

Kendall stopped walking. Don slowed his pace, keeping their hands joined. "You're making that up," Kendall accused.

"I'm really not. One of the desk clerks, her grandson goes to the school. She said he wanted to sign up for hockey when he got there but was told there's no team this year since the coach quit. There are other coaches, but they don't know hockey as well, so..."

Kendall recalled his earlier thought. Surely there was a hockey team in need of a coach somewhere within a sixty-mile radius, right? "Don't joke about that, Don. Not if you have any hope of ever getting rid of me."

"Who says I want to get rid of you? You're the most exciting thing to come along in the whole...five months I've lived here."

Kendall laughed. Don joined in before tugging Kendall along again. Kendall said, "I know you say it's best to move on, and I guess that's the only way to really cope with what you've been through, but it can't be easy. It would make me feel alone."

"Sometimes," Don agreed. "But believe it or not, you know what helps?"

"Hmm?"

"The moon. The stars. The sun."

"They help?"

"Yeah, because they're constants. I mean, obviously you can't see them all at the same time, but I like that because they rotate. You're never without one of them. And that means that at any one time, one of them is watching over us, so to speak. Every moment I've ever lived in my life, they've seen it. So even if I don't remember, the stars do. The sun does. The moon does. There's something in the world that holds all of my memories, and that helps me know that whatever I had before, it was real. It happened. I can't see it, but it's always there. There was probably a lot of bad, but there had to be good too, right? The good things are still there, locked away in the sky."

Kendall was suddenly overwhelmed with love for this man. Sure, it was too soon. Yes, Logan would undoubtedly tell him he was crazy. But there was so much beauty in this one man that it was impossible to not love him. There were so many things Kendall wanted to say, declarations he wanted to make that were insane at this stage in their...whatever it was they'd created. Friendship? Acquaintanceship? To keep himself from spewing a litany of devotion, he bit down hard on his lip.

"That sounds crazy, right?"

"No. It sounds beautiful."

"And you're not just saying that? To make me feel better?"

"No." Kendall stopped their motion, stepping in front of Don to keep him in place. "I wouldn't lie to you."

Heat rose in Don's gaze, the same heat Kendall had been feeling since the moment they crossed paths. "So is it my imagination or did I catch you checking out my ass earlier?"

Flames licked up Kendall's body. "Well, I guess that depends on what your reaction to that would be. Are you gonna deck me for it, or—"

"Oh, definitely not." Don closed the distance so that their bodies were nearly touching, their hands still clasped together tightly. "Because if I'd been in your position, I sure as hell would've been doing the same thing."

Kendall shivered as his breath came out in a barely-there moan. Don shot forward for a hard kiss that Kendall was ready for. His mouth opened, eagerly inviting the tongue that was desperate to taste him. Kendall ripped his hand from Don's grasp, both hands now drawn to that ass he'd been drooling over. He yanked Don's hips against his own, and this time it was Don who moaned—loudly and straight into Kendall's mouth.

Don's hands framed Kendall's face possessively, not letting him break away, and that was fine; Kendall had no desire to. Lightning sizzled in every nerve as his body was so sensitive to each brush of clothing, skin, lips. "Please let me take you somewhere," Don whispered. Kendall nodded rather than speak, his mouth needing to be kissed again. And again and again and again. Possibly forever and without cease.

They raced each other back to the street, stopping only long enough to grab their shoes before running toward the hotel. "My apartment's a mile away," Don shared.

"My room's closer. Go." He nudged Don toward the hotel and once there to the elevator, wanting to be alone again so they could continue what they'd started. In the meantime, he stood behind Don with an arm locked around his waist, his erection grinding into that perfect ass. Don's head fell back as he shuddered in Kendall's embrace.

Finally the elevator doors parted. They were unaccompanied for the ride up. Don spent it pressed against the wall while Kendall devoured his neck. "You're so perfect," he whispered. Kendall made a sound of agreement.

He got them in the room and fumbled for the light switch. They quickly disrobed each other, mouths joined for the entire process and it baffled Kendall's brain that he'd ever had a problem following through on the sex part of the deal. Seriously, had he ever been so aroused?

Don's skin felt like satin that had been pressed with an iron—it was warm to the touch and so smooth. Don fell back onto the bed and dragged Kendall over him until they were lined up evenly, then he spread his legs and wrapped them around Kendall's waist. He pressed himself against Kendall, silently begging to be possessed. Kendall hissed at the friction. "Hang on." He needed a condom, but more than that he needed a moment to get himself under control or this would be over before it began. "Let me just..."

"Unless you're going for supplies, I'm not letting you go anywhere."

The warning was music to Kendall's ears; it was proof that Don wanted this just as badly. "Trust me, there's nowhere on Earth I'd rather be."

Don smiled. Even in the midst of such overpowering lust, Kendall was shaken to his core by the sight of it. It was a smile he'd already grown addicted to and didn't know how he'd live without once it was gone.

Don't think about tomorrow, Kendall. Take him. Make him yours.

That, Kendall could do. He dug in his suitcase for a condom and lube, then returned to kneel between Don's legs. "Oh god, I love you," Don breathed when he saw them. "Please hurry."

Kendall's answer was a kiss that started out sweet but quickly descended into lust again. He moaned when the condom squeezed him, feeling like he might pass out when he stroked the lube over it. Every whisper of a touch was bliss. To calm himself down, he focused on stretching Don, whose own groan of ecstasy stoked Kendall's fire further. There was just enough common sense left for him to ask, "You've done this before, right? I don't want to be too rough with you."

"Yes, just don't ask me to remember where or when or with who. I know what it feels like and I need it. Now."

The desperation in Don's voice matched what Kendall was feeling. It also didn't get past him that he was Don's first since the memory break, and that aroused Kendall further. There was something about being the only one Don would truly remember that flipped a switch in Kendall.

You're mine. I'm going to make you mine.

And Kendall did. Don yelled with the first thrust, which Kendall tried to take slow. He held himself in place, feeling Don's body quake under him while Don's harsh breaths puffed out against his face. "Oh my god," Don murmured. "Yes, please, move. Don't hold back."

Part of Kendall wanted to, if only to draw out the experience. Who knew if he'd get a second chance? It was a physical impossibility, though; once he set up a rhythm, there was no more control. Don's high-pitched whines spurred him on faster, as did the hot breath in his ear that said, "Yes, just like that, you're a fucking angel!" Kendall didn't feel like an angel, he felt like a demon possessed with raw need that had been stifled for far too long. This was what sex was supposed to feel like. This was how a partner was supposed to respond, just as helpless to the desire as he was.

Don went over the edge first, helped along by the friction of Kendall's stomach rubbing against him. Kendall groaned when he felt Don explode under him. What was more intoxicating was the screech of pleasure that accompanied it, right into Kendall's ear. It was like a tripwire leading straight to his cock. He was right there on the verge, ready to let go, when Don said, "Wait. Not yet. Please." He shoved Kendall off just in time, and as Kendall knelt in place unable to catch his breath, Don rolled over onto his stomach. He pushed up onto his knees and looked back at Kendall with pleading green eyes. "Take me. Hard."

How Kendall didn't lose it over that was a mystery. He nodded and moved back into place, burying himself in Don again. Don's back arched as more of those whiny little moans escaped him. "You sure?" Kendall managed.

"Fuck, yes. I'm yours."

That was all Kendall needed. He let go of his restraint and gave into the need still running through him, pounding harder with each thrust until Don couldn't keep his position and was pressed repeatedly into the mattress while a steady stream of moans replaced each exhale. It was heaven. It was hell.

It was everything.

Kendall held on until Don started chanting his name with each thrust. An orgasm so strong overtook him that his entire body shook with it, leaving him trembling even after he'd emptied out. He fought for breath, collapsing on top of Don and whispering, "Oh god oh god oh god" over and over.

Under him, Don's panting became interspersed with laughter. "Holy shit."

"Right?" Kendall panted. Eventually he rolled onto his side, reaching out to bring Don with him so they were spooning. "I can't fucking breathe."

"Me neither," Don admitted. Kendall could hear the smile on his face when he asked, "Would you think I'm totally fucking crazy if I asked you to marry me right now?"

Relief flooded Kendall. "Yes. Probably as crazy as I am for wanting to say yes. We wouldn't even have to change our last names."

Don laughed, still trying to catch his breath. He tightened Kendall's arm around him. "So I can stay? I don't have to take off now that we had sex?"

"I'm here for a week. You don't have to take off...ever."

"That week will come to an end, though. Unless of course you decide you can't live without me and take that coaching job and just...never leave."

Kendall nibbled Don's ear and whispered, "Don? I decided that the moment you smiled at me."

Don shifted so that he could look up at Kendall. "Don't fuck with me. I'll never understand how it happened in the span of an hour, but my heart belongs to you. Completely."

The truth of that statement shone in Don's eyes, which had returned to a hazel shade now that he was calm. "Would you believe that you've had my heart since the moment we met in that bathroom? Almost five months ago?"

Don's breath stopped. "What?"

"I dumped my boyfriend yesterday. Flew out here to try to clear my head. Of you. I don't understand it any more than you do, but something clicked that day. I can't get you out of my mind. I came here to forget about you. Instead, you were waiting for me. How is that possible?"

Don licked his lips. "Do you believe in fate, Kendall?"

"I do," he smiled. "100%."