“Wait. Wait. Mackensie? The redhead you had a crush on in high school?” Defeated, Carter rubbed the spot between his eyebrows again. “I should never have told you about that. This is why I rarely drink.” “But, Cart, this is like kismet.” Excitement rushed through the words. “It’s like return of the nerd. It’s the big chance to follow up on a lost opportunity.” “It’s coffee,” Carter muttered.”
