The nerve of that Matthew, to swoop into my life and presume that I need a butler of sorts! Yet, his presence stirs my heart and rattles my resolve to never fall in love again. Who needs romantic love? Surely not I, at 50 years old! I vowed long ago to never let my foolish heart fall again, since getting burned by my first love. Instead, I have devoted myself to my work, community, and faithful feline, Fitzgerald, never needing anyone to fuss over me. But now this handsome silver fox, Matthew, shows up — the perfect gentleman, who magically anticipates my needs, finishes my sentences, and makes me feel like I’m twenty again. I’m speechless, dancing in his arms, as my heart melts into a puddle. I’m not sure I’m even capable of loving such a good man. But as Matthew brings out the best in me, adding luster and life to my world, one thing I now know for sure: I don’t want to run my own show alone anymore.
