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Chapter 1: Kate

"To love is to accept a soul entirely, not wishing that the person was otherwise, nor hoping for change, not clinging to some ideal past. To love is to cherish the individuals standing before you presently--charms, quirks, and all. To love is to give someone a piece of your heart that you will never, ever reclaim."

"Way to go Katharine!" I mumble to myself as I step out of one of the work trucks owned by my husbands family farm. Just what I need when I'm trying to beat Quinn home. A damned flat tire! I take a deep breath and start to look in the tool box on the back of the truck. There has got to be something to change this tire with in here. I eventually find a jack and a tire iron and get started on trying to figure out how the hell I plan on pulling this off. Once I think I finally have the jack in place I start to loosen the lug nuts.... But they don't seem to want to budge. I start to get a little irritated when they won't turn and decide to use my feet to help them. I stand up and place my left foot on the tire iron and start applying pressure to it hoping it will loosen the nut but then suddenly the truck starts moving, the jack can't support it any longer. I jump backwards trying to protect myself when I stumble into the middle of the road as a truck is coming. I look up just in time to see him hit his breaks and swerve as he comes to a stop behind my own truck. Here I am lying in the road when this big man jumps out of his truck, concern etched all over his beautiful face. Large shoulders, arms that screamed plenty of gym time. He is all man, light stubble across his jaws. Hell even his military cut hair was sexy as all get out. I'm stunned, can't seem to move or think. Finally I snap out of my daydream as he is lifting me and saying something about a hospital. I jump. "No no no!" I bolted out of his arms and look up just as confusion hits his face. "I'm fine, I really am, just trying to change a tire." I nervously motion to the truck and the flat tire. The man just looks at me, I can see in his eyes that he's weighing options of some sort. Then he extends his hand to me. " I'm Michael McAlister, but everyone calls me Mac. I would be glad to change that tire for you ma'am." I take his hand and shake it not letting my eyes leave his. "Katie" was all I could make myself say. I stand aside as he effortlessly turns the tire iron and the lug nuts move with ease. My hands are on my hips now, slightly irritated that I could not do that. Then I notice his arms, his muscles flexing under his tight t-shirt. Oh my, my mouth is dry and I have the sudden urge to touch his arms. I take another step back trying to distance myself so that I won't act on my urges. I'm watching him as he finishes, all thoughts leaving my mind as he starts to stand. Oh lord, my eyes drift from his nice built shoulders to his firm back and down to the amazing way his jeans hug his hips making his ass look glorious. I'm suddenly snapped back to reality when my phone alarm goes off. Damn, Quinn will be home in 30minutes. I have to beat him there. My whole body shakes as the memory of what happened last time he came home and I was not' there plays in my mind. I grab the left side of my face as the memory brings the pain back with it. I quickly thank him and jump in the truck, I will have to race home and change clothes.