Look—I’m not the best of the Bliss brothers. I’m not in charge of the whole operation, like Roman. I’m not the life of the party, like Beau.
Here’s my dirty secret: I don’t even know if I want to join the family business.
I didn’t see a reunion with Katie Lennon coming.
Or the wedding dress. Or the thunderstorm. Or the boathouse.
Oh, man, the boathouse.
Even if I did fall for her, it would never work out. The season is ending. She’s leaving. I’m leaving. And that’ll be that.