With Hunter, we started from the end. We met at a wedding – he was a friend of the groom and I was a friend of the bride. Throughout the wedding reception, we kept stealing glances at each other. There was a spark between us. Then I caught the bouquet and he caught the garter. When he finally asked me to dance, he suggested, in passing, that we give in to our mutual attraction. His crude mouth was supposed to deter me, but the opposite was true. For some reason, it excited me immensely. We ended up together at the hotel. The next morning, I flew back to New York and left him a fake phone number on the nightstand. I often thought about him afterward, but after my last failed relationship, I was determined to let such guys go. A year later, I ran into Hunter at the baptism of our friends' baby. The attraction hadn't faded; if anything, it had intensified. The tension between us was palpable. This time, he asked for my real phone number. So, I left him my mother's phone number. She had a special gift for scaring off any guy with her talks about marriage and kids. I found it funny until she actually got a call from him. Somehow, he managed to win her over. I couldn't believe it. Then he told me he was flying to New York to deal with work...
