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It pissed me off.
Because she's great.
Funny.
Smart.
So fucking pretty.
And she’s kind—really kind.
Mary is the type of woman men should be lining up to date.
Instead, the most recent thing I found was a church speed-dating event she'd attended last year.
One date.
No follow-up.
No boyfriend.
No fiancé.
No ex lurking around causing trouble.
Just Mary.
Going to work.
Going to church.
Helping her mom.
Teaching kids.
Trying to save a school that desperately needs someone in its corner.
The deeper I dug, the more impossible it became to understand how a woman like her had been single this long.
Then again, most guys are idiots.
Wouldn't be the first time a gem like her went unnoticed, and really, I’m fucking glad.
Means I don’t have to beat the shit out of some fucker who doesn’t deserve her—not like I do.
Whoa.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
I am not dating Mary Donahue for keeps.
This is a fake thing—okay fine, maybe I like her.
I definitely want her.
But can I keep her?
Not likely.
