Someone to Love (Pride, Oregon #10) - Jill Sanders

Prologue

Thirteen-year-old George Stevens sat on the beach next to his sister, Lilly, who was playing quietly in the sand with their cousin Riley. He watched his family enjoy a beautiful spring day and wondered what he wanted to be when he grew up.

One of his teachers had given him an assignment that was due first thing in the morning on the subject. He had less than twelve hours to write a paper, but George wasn’t worried about the time. He was a straight-A student and did some of his best work late at night. Homework just came easily to him. What worried him was that he had no clue what he wanted to be.

He knew he could pick anything to write about and, whatever he chose, he’d get an A on the paper. His worry went beyond his grades. It was much deeper.

His eyes ran over to where his parents were laughing and holding onto one another as they played in the surf, splashing one another. Just seeing the love that they had, that all of the adults around him had, made him realize one thing.

He wanted someone to look at him like that, someone to love him as much as that.

No matter what his future held, he was bound to find the same thing that everyone in his family had. Even if it took him a lifetime.

Chapter One

Robin had heard the story of how her parents had fallen in love more than a hundred times. Why then did it seem almost impossible for her to find the same kind of love that they had?

Robin’s first boyfriend, Drew, had ended up being a jerk-face cheater. Of course, she had not expected to find the love of her life at fifteen.

Her next boyfriend had broken things off with her less than a month after their first date.

She went through four more boyfriends before graduating high school and two more in college before she’d met Chris.

So then, watching what she believed was the man of her dreams walk away from her holding another woman’s hand had completely broken her heart.

Carly, the other woman, was a cheerleader and almost ten pounds skinnier than Robin. That in and of itself wouldn’t have been a big deal if the girl didn’t have a very impressive pair of D-sized breasts, whereas Robin was stuck with her stupid B cups.

She’d given the man a year of her life. She’d done everything to ensure that Chris had been completely happy the entire time they’d been together. She’d attended every college party or game that he’d wanted to go to. She’d even sat by him, completely bored, most Friday nights when he’d sat on the sofa playing games while other couples went out and had fun.

How a full grown twenty-three-year-old man could choose to spend most of his time glued to video games instead of spending it with his girlfriend was beyond her.

But, seeing Carly, one of the college’s most popular cheerleaders, walk off with her man had set Robin’s back teeth to grinding.

Carly had been out for blood since the moment Robin had rejected being her partner for an English project earlier that year.

Robin’s 4.0 grade point average would’ve taken a dive if she’d partnered with the bleached blonde who quite literally didn’t get why the book was called The Color Purple when it had nothing to do with fashion or the singer Prince.

That had just been the first of the woman’s offensively stupid remarks in class. As the school year progressed, her statements grew bolder and, if Robin could believe it, more calculated. It was almost as if she was disrupting class and saying stupid things on purpose.

Robin was too busy and too focused to spend a moment worrying about the woman messing up her grades, which is why, she believed, Carly changed gears and set her sights on Chris.

Even though Chris could be childish at times, he was still one of the most popular men on campus, mainly because everyone knew the family he came from. The wealth. The power and everything else Chris’s money could afford.

When she’d first met Chris, she’d had no idea who he or his family was. Which is why, at least in her mind, Chris had initially shown an interest in her.

After she’d found out about him, she’d tried to convince herself that it didn’t matter. If anything, it was one reason she didn’t want to continue dating him.

She’d known too many people over the years who used their position to get