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Chapter 1

Jessie

“It doesn’t matter anymore”

A gust of hips my hair into my face as I look down the street and hold the phone to my ear

My damp hair sticks across ht the strands that on an isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

“Yes, it doesme feel more pathetic “What if this one is the one? You write about it in every one of your books Finding ‘the one’ What if this is it?”

The sad thing, this isn’t the first tiiven reatest cheerleader but at times she could stand to rein in her unrealistic optimism when it comes to my unusual number of blind dates

As the mist in the air makes my hair look like a mop of miniature blonde corkscrews and slicks the sidewalk, I think about the nuh which I’ve suffered

It’s sad, but after ten or so, I thoughtfor so “This is nuht, Heather That’s a record for the most blind dates for anyone, ever, in the history of blind dates” I lean forward, sticking ht out into the street as a flash of yellow turns the corner

The checkered cab comes to a stop at the curb I o froe of scenery would help shock me out of the rut I’d fallen into My apart special, but suitable My life has been less than suitable before, so suitable works for me

Heather’s voice only y, blonde, you’ve got great tits, you’re financially stable, low draood package in my opinion” She pauses, and I open the door to the cab tossing o on “At least you are trying Helga’s trying to help to and, hey, I haven’t even had a proper date in almost two years”

“Heather First of all, nice that you took note of my tits” I snap back as I settle into the back of the cab, hold the phone away froive the driver the address that Derek Melrose—aka nuo When he nods and pulls fro the phone back and finish “Second of all, you’re married”