Saturday — E.L. Todd

When Francesca left me I didn't think I could ever recover. But with every passing month it got easier. And when six months had come and gone, I was finally over it. And when a year had passed, I didn't think about her at all anymore. But I was still missing something. I want what she has with Hawke, that kind of love that still burns even when the novelty wears off. I want a woman who loves me with everything she has. And I want to love her in the same way. When I get set up on a blind date I expect to have a mediocre evening. Blind dates were all the same. We'd have some wine and dinner, and maybe some good sex afterward. But when she walks in I know this one will be different.