Emma had been on her first job. A high powered extremely pressurised position, which, despite everything, she had loved.
At the time she was so young, so thin, with brown hair, so well tended it gleamed. She loved the way it felt around her face. When her hair touched her cheeks she called it, ‘angel kisses’.
She was happy and vivacious, and then… then she met Parker. He was everything she wanted.
He had that slightly hippy style, and an ease of himself. He was well built and adorable.
It was his shoulders which caught her eye first, then his chest and arms, then she saw his face. He had seen her looking at him, and gave her a half smile.
If she could have invented a man, she would have invented Parker.