March

Warrick Winthrope is waiting to meet me. He's a professional baseball player. Sadly, that's all I know about him. I don't even want to know anything more about him. My heart already belongs to two other men. I do not have room for Warrick. I am not prepared to step out of the airport restroom and walk into another man's arms. But that is what I get for agreeing to Grams silent auction. It's also what I get for spending the extra few days with the man I love instead of having a few days at home to recoup. Breaking up with the guy you love isn't easy. Twice in the last two months, I have had to do this. Someone, please tell me this gets easier. My heart cannot take much more of this.