Winnie was the kind of girl I would risk it all for. But I’d never been the kind of guy that girls felt that way about. I was the funny one. The sweet one. I was the one before The One. Especially if you considered my string of bridesmaids. And that had been fine—as much as I’d wanted to find true love every time I tumbled into bed with someone I barely knew, I also didn’t begrudge them for using me as their soul-mate lucky charm. A stepping-stone to their true love. But I couldn’t handle the heartbreak of being a stepping-stone for Winnie.
