Authors: BJ Harvey
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To Christina & Chad
My book wife and husband
May our book ménage never end
When will it be my turn?
When will I get past all the frogs and find my prince?
I've always been a dreamer. A girly girl who wants the dream courtship, the big princess wedding, the white picket fence and a yard full of kids. I know that I'm still young at twenty-four and that my biological clock is far from stopping, but I still have a lot of time up my sleeve to find that once in a lifetime love.
My one true love.
But I'm impatient, I'm antsy, and I'm sick of being the single one. I go out with Mac and Daniel and it's obvious that I'm the third wheel. And the problem is with me; they don't care one bit. But I do.
I'm sick of Mr. Wrong, Mr. Bad, Mr. Bad Breath, and Mr. Grabby Hands. Oh and don't get me started on Mr. Say I Love You After One Date To Get Into Your Pants. They're the worst. That is why I've instigated the three date rule. No sex or below the waist action until after three dates. It seems like a good time frame to weed through the wannabes.
Except so far, there haven't been any third dates.
I want to be loved. Is that so wrong?
See, here's the problem. I don't just want a good love, one of those everyday loves that you hear about. I want the kind of crazy love we've been warned about.
The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat.
The kind of love that makes you want to dance in the rain and bottle up the sunset while screaming at the top of your lungs.
The kind of love that authors write about, musicians sing about, and lovers dream about.
I want true, total body mind and soul, bliss.
Surely the man who can give me all of that is out there somewhere. Maybe he's even looking for me. Maybe I've already met him, and our lives will intersect again.
There was one guy that piqued my interest three months ago, but he was firmly in the 'hands off' category. He was definitely knight in shining armor material. A drunken night at the bar went scarily wrong, and he swooped in and saved me. He brought me home, and I came on to him. Okay, I literally threw myself at him, but he rebuffed my advances and put me to bed after making me take some Advil. I fell asleep with a kiss on the forehead and hearing him tell me that as much as he'd like to lose himself in me, he didn't want me to regret him in the morning.
So I have to forget about him and wait until I meet my knight. I'll continue sifting through the frogs, the toads, the dwarfs, and the dragons, and continue being insanely jealous of my deliriously happy pregnant best friend and her perfect dream guy. I've resigned myself to the fact that listening to their hot and horny loud sex through my bedroom wall is the closest I'll get to any action.
It must be my turn next. It has to be. Maybe it's time to be more proactive. Go looking for him instead of waiting for him to come to me.
Operation Prince Charming is officially underway.
Four months earlier
“So, Mr. Roberts, why do you want to train to become an officer in the Chicago Police Department?”
I clear my throat and take a moment to think about the question. Nope, don't need to think about this one; it's a no-brainer.
“Well, sir, I've had to look out for my mother and younger sisters for most of my life. When my father passed away, I was the only boy and the eldest, I felt I had to stand up and become the man of the house. I have a very protective nature, and I wish to serve this fine city that I'm proud to call home.
“The catalyst for applying now is that a few weeks ago I was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time, and I was able to save a friend of mine from what was sure to have become a sexual assault, or possibly worse. It made me realize that the situation could have escalated so easily, and I was both glad and proud that I could be there to protect her. It confirmed that this is what I want to do with my life. I want to protect and serve, and nothing would make me prouder than to do that as a member of the CPD.”
“Mr. Roberts, you are exactly the type of man the CPD recruits. I can't give you an official answer today, but I am confident that you will make a great addition to the next induction of rookies. The official documentation will be sent out within the next two weeks. Once you have received word of your successful application, be sure to contact us for training details.” The recruiter stands up and walks around his desk, holding out his hand to me. I put my hand in his to shake it.
“I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Roberts, but something tells me you're not going to need it. You're going to be a fine asset to this city and the department.”
“Thank you so much. You've just made me a very happy man.”