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My e and my dad leaned over and asked to borrow a pen so he could take notes Ru a sood time and with a twinkle in his eyes, he was impossible to resist She always told me and my sister that it happened that fast In a split second she kneas the one for her

It was a sweet story One thatprivate save it er sister h to drive It was during a hard time for my family, hard for all of us, but especially for her She’d always been the baby, been spoiled and treated like a princess When the attention was yanked off of her in a really ugly way, she was lost and let the farief and confusion she son herself up for auto shop instead of an extracurricular that actuallyShe spent five e, but she spent years and years leaning on and loving the quiet, enigmatic auburn-haired boy she h she ay too young to know anything about anything, she had the same story that my mother did … she just kneas the one for her

It happened fast in et up once we fell We stayed down and we loved hard and deep I also learned as I watched all my friends, the men I worked with, the women that I considered sisters of the heart, that when it was right for anyone it happened fast and that they did indeed just know They knehen it was right They knehen it was going to last They knehen it orth fighting for They knehen they had found the person that ht not necessarily be perfect, but that ithout a doubt perfect for them They just knew

So I waited, admittedly impatiently and anxiously, for h , for theer I waited throughto repair her perfect I waited and watched so h danger and drah one bad date and one failed relationship after another I waited through nights alone and nights spent with the occasional sooodwhen it would be my turn I waited and watched love that was easy and love that was hard, telling myself I was far more prepared for my fall than anyone else around me was I wanted it so bad I could taste it … but theto fall

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think Dash Churchill was so special the second he walked into the bar where I worked—all coiled tension, sexy swagger, and with a swirling, threatening cloud of attitude hanging over hihtest sus that I thought were special were the things those parts oflimbed, with a body that looked like it was ripped froettable eyes, and a ht toa pair of lips like that was capable of doing I liked the way he looked … a lot … but I couldn’t say I much liked him He was sullen, distant, uncommunicative and there was an air about hierous and volatile He came across as a very unhappy individual, and no aood friends see over hih to heed I likedin the rain

I was friendly to Church because I was friendly to everyone The firstrelationship that involved le woman that came into the bar where orked did their best to catch his eye It worked out well forfor ht, my unmatched hero He had to be out there so forthin and loo over Church

But then it happened and I just knew I knew like I had never known anything as clearly and as unquestionably in h my soul and made my heart flip over in my chest

I was trying to cash out a group of overly intoxicated and obnoxiously difficult youngnew I’d been a cocktail waitress for a long time and kne to handle roup was no better or worse than any other one I’d had to deal with in allthe floor, but they were loud and the things they were saying were easily heard throughout the bar Some of it wasn’t so bad They liked my hair (curly and strawberry blond—who didn’t like ht and snug across ain who didn’t like my tits? But they also had a lot to say aboutfor my small frame, and they didn’t love my freckles That red hair was authentic and as real as it could be, so there wasn’t e of my nose and brushed the curve of my cheeks