Is there anything worse than having to eat humble pie?
I think not.
I've spent my life proving I can keep up with anything, particularly men with egos too big for their heads. There's nothing quite as satisfying as being the best.
It's almost as nice as my trail runs and sunrise jogs along the beach. So when my favorite running buddy starts to show his age, the first thing I do is take him to the closest veterinarian.
Too bad it's my high school nemesis. Double too bad...he's even more handsome than he was when we were teenagers. He's put raging rhinos through my stomach since we were younger and at on point, I was ecstatic when he kissed me until I didn't know up from down.
But seeing him kiss the most popular girl in school less than twenty-four hours later taught me a very important lesson.
The best place for any guy is far behind you on the race track.
Now I just need to get through the next couple weeks without acting like a raging teenage fangirl, because the only reason I'm seeing Dr. Ryan Thatcher is because he's taking care of my best boy. That's it. It has nothing to do with his blinding smile, his ability to make my dog melt at his feet or the fact that we share a love of the outdoors. Nope. Nada. It can't. I won't let it.
I learned my lesson once. I don't need to be taught again.
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