Chapter Four
She was gorgeous. And I was in love with the beauty ofher blue eyes and the softness of her long blonde hair long before I realizedwhat it would mean to love Bridget Bennington. She walked into my office withthe most cockamamie story imaginable, and I just listened, half in awe of herinnocent sweetnessalmost not hearing what she was saying. Im not oftenattracted to women who seem so vulnerable and childish, but this one had mefixated, daydreaming of her for hours, even days after that first meeting. I had topay attention to what she was saying, though. I had to listen to her crazymonologue and make some sense of the tale she wove for me. It was absurd andunbelievable. I needprotection, she announced, quite proud of herself for saying so. It had takensome mom
