Mr. Wrong

Falling in love was the furthest thing from my mind. I'm a single mother raising a strong little boy, and he is my one and only priority. The universe felt otherwise, sending me - actually, my son's soccer ball - hurdling toward a stunningly handsome, perfect man who said all the right things. He made it hard to ignore how much I missed romance.

I'd been known to have my share of beautiful women. Usually, I met them in a bar, through a mutual acquaintance, or even when photographing them. Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous blonde drove her car into mine on the way to a party. No more than a minute after our run-in, a string of colorful words flew from her mouth in rapid fire. Inexplicably, the angrier she became, the harder I got. All sorts of scenarios played in my head of how I could get her to shut up. When I learned she was a school teacher, that worsened my disposition.