“I miss him,” I admit into the phone and then cringe. “And if you make fun of me for admitting it, I’ll throat punch you the next time I see you.” “Why would I make fun of you?” my brother, Luke, replies. “Just because you’re a badass who always insisted that she’d never fall in love, never get married, blah blah blah.” I roll my eyes, and he keeps talking. The jerk. “Because you’re whipped by a rock star? A famous rock star? Is that why I would make fun of you?” “I think I’l