The Heartbreak List

I first met Theo Valentine in the women's bathroom. He was coming out, still tucking himself back into his jeans, a woman at his heel. He held the door open for me to pass and smirked. I rolled my eyes. Hard. Who cares if he smelled like excitement and trouble? Or that the proximity made my eye twitch like I was deficient in Vitamin D? Bad boys and their egos were something I'd spent my college years avoiding. I was this close to having all my ducks in a row.

When my best friend claimed the tall, handsome, and commanding sports agent whose baby blues featured in all my naughty fantasies, I vowed never to reveal my decade-long crush on the man who rescued me from my bullies back in high school. I dated men I hoped would make me forget all about Grayson Ford. When that didn't work, I moved to the UK to complete my doctorate, but really it was to put distance between us. But then my bestie chose to marry another man, leaving Gray shattered. I told myself he was still not for me. He could never be mine.