When my mother was dying, she told me that I’d know the right girl when I met her, but I knew with Kate before we’d ever even met. My bike hadn’t even come to a full stop outside the club when I’d noticed her: long red hair whipping in the wind, an angel’s face, don’t-fuck-with-me eyes. I knew. I fucking knew it was her...until Caleb walked up. That’s when I realized this was the girl he’d been talking about for the past two months. I’ve spent years trying to forget how I felt that night, trying to separate myself from her, but it’s never worked.
