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CHAPTER ONE ALEXA Ian and I finished dinner which was really good. I was impressed with him. “So you taught yourself how to cook, really?” “Really. I read a cook-book or two…” I laughed, “You read a cook book?” “Yeah. What’s so funny?” “Nothing, it’s just the way you said that. It was like you actually sat down and read the cookbook.” “I did.” “The whole thing? I mean…you know that most people just take the recipes out…” “Go ahead and make fun of me. But, if you just take all the recipes out, you don’t learn how to glaze and douse and fricassee.” I had tears in my eyes by the time I stopped laughing. He was so different than I ever would have imagined he would be when I first met him…in a good way. I helped him clean up the kitchen and once I got past the cookbook thing I asked him, “Do you read a lot?” He nodded. “I missed out on a lot by not finishing school, or going to college. I read every chance I get. Come here, I want to show you something.” I followed him through the living room and down the short hall that led to his bedroom. He opened the doors there to what I assume was supposed to be a linen closet. The entire thing was filled with books. I stood there looking at them with awe. “Have you read all of these?” “Yep.” I looked at the bindings. There were cookbooks and auto books and home DIY books. There were books about nutrition and exercise and human anatomy. There were books about animals and motorcycles…it went on and on. This guy had to be a freaking genius. I was a little bit intimidated. “Wow, this is…you’re…” “Weird?” he said with a grin. I hugged him. “No, not at all. You’re amazing.” I think he may have blushed just a little bit. He closed the doors and led me back into the living room. He put on a movie and we cuddled up on the couch. As we watched the previews and waited for the movie to start, my mind drifted again back to Dad. I just couldn’t believe he’d told Ian to stay away from me. I’m a grown woman. What makes him think that’s okay? “Hey babe, are you okay?” Ian asked me. “What?” “I asked if you were okay. You’re about a million miles away. What’s on your mind? You do think I’m weird, don’t you? It’s like high school all over again,” he said, half-jokingly. “I still think you’re amazing,” I told him. “If those high school girls thought you were weird, it was definitely their loss. I was just thinking about Dad again.” Ian was lying back on the couch with his legs across my lap. He sat up and put his arm around me. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. I feel so embarrassed that my father sat you down like you were a thirteen year old kid and told you to leave his daughter alone. I’m surprised he didn’t take his gun out and clean it while he was talking to you.” “He has a gun?” I laughed, Ian really looked worried. “I don’t know,” I told him. “It was a joke, sort of. It’s not really funny. It pisses me off.” “Well then, that’s what I’m sorry for. I shouldn’t have told you. I don’t want to cause problems between you and your dad.” “You didn’t, Ian. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Ian made a face and I said, “What?” “I kind of promised him I would stay away from you so he