Page 39 of My Rules

Cold

Selfish

Controlling

Mean

Nasty

Heartless

If there’s a god out there, please hear my prayer.

Please let me meet a man who is worthy of my love.

I’m losing faith that he exists.

Blake

My phone alarm vibrates on the coffee table, and I drag my sleepy eyes open.

Where am I?

Rebecca’s couch. Damn, I must have been tired last night.

I’ve got to get moving. I drag myself up and walk out into the kitchen. Rebecca must still be upstairs; I’ll take her up a cup of coffee before I go.

I’m still feeling guilty about Taryn ... who could blame Bec if she hates me. I kind of hate myself right now. I make her coffee, wrap my neck in my stupid scarf, and head up the stairs. I walk into her bedroom to see that she’s on her side and still sleeping. I carefully put her coffee down on her side table and sit on the edge of her bed. Her dark hair is splayed across her pillow, and her chest rises and falls as she breathes.

Her long eyelashes flutter across her cheeks, and I smile as I watch her.

So angelic.

I could watch her all day, but I’ve got to get to the hospital. I stand, and as I walk out of her room, I notice a notepad and a pen on the end of her bed. I pick it up and read it.

Attributes I want in a man

He must be:

Hot

Honest

Kind

Sensitive

Caring

Funny

Romantic

Family-oriented

Red flags—Men to avoid

He can’t be:

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