It had been love at first sight…or at least love at first sight of a toppling, glittering, unfortunately-shaped mascot. Semantics. Charlie had been spending time in San Francisco with his sister—who was a publicist for the San Francisco Gold hockey team. And by spending time with her, he meant he was licking his wounds and trying to pretend that he hadn’t just had his heart broken. But it was really hard to pretend he was fine when he was surrounded by happy couples. He didn’t know what the hell was in the water, but the freaking Gold seemed to breed happy endings like some people bred…horses? Hot house roses? A never-ending supply of hard seltzers in his fridge? Whatever. The point was that he’d been alone and heartbroken… Until that giant, glittering gold mascot had toppled over, its head falling off to reveal the woman within. To reveal Kacee.