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      Praise for the novels of USA TODAY bestselling author Kristan Higgins

      ALL I EVER WANTED

      “Kristan Higgins has a gift for creating realistic, relatable heroines…. I wholeheartedly recommend this book. Get it. Read it. Love it.”

      —All About Romance

      “Higgins has a special talent for creating characters readers love… Fun, charming and heartfelt.”

      —RT Book Reviews, 4½ stars

      THE NEXT BEST THING

      “A heartwarming, multi-generational tale of lost love, broken hearts and second chances.”

      —BookPage

      TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

       Winner—2010 Romance Writers of America RITA® Award

      “Cheeky, cute, and satisfying, Higgins’s romance is perfect entertainment for a girl’s night in.”

      —Booklist

      “Kristan Higgins proves that she is emerging as one of the most creative and honest voices in contemporary romance.”

      —Romance Junkies

      JUST ONE OF THE GUYS

      “Higgins provides an amiable romp that ends with a satisfying lump in the throat.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      CATCH OF THE DAY

       Winner—2008 Romance Writers of America RITA® Award

      “A touching story brimming with smart dialogue, sympathetic characters, an engaging narrative and the amusing, often self-deprecating observations of the heroine. It’s a novel with depth and a great deal of heart.”

      —RT Book Reviews, top pick, 4½ stars

      My One and Only

      Kristan Higgins

      Dear Reader,

      Thanks for choosing My One and Only! For me, there’s nothing like a book that makes me laugh and cry. I hope you’ll find scenes in these pages that make you do both.

      This is a story of finding your way back, of learning to let go of the past and have faith in the future, even when you can’t predict it. Nick and Harper had great reasons for falling in love, and they had equally good reasons for breaking up. Finding their way back isn’t going to be easy…but nothing worthwhile in life is.

      In some ways, this book is a little different—there’s a road trip, for example, and my heroine doesn’t have terribly romantic expectations for love, as some of my other heroines have. Some things are the same, though…a colorful family, gorgeous settings, and of course, a really cute dog in the form of Coco, a Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix. I had a great time with some of the secondary characters in this story—Dennis was a personal favorite, as well as BeverLee and Carol.

      I took some liberties with facts in this book. There is no professional Martha’s Vineyard Fire Department…the island is ably served by noble volunteers from the eight towns that comprise Martha’s Vineyard. I’m also not sure an attorney could make a living handling only divorces with such a small year-round population. And as far as direct flights from South Dakota to New York City…well, if they’re out there, I couldn’t find them. But hey. This is fiction.

      I’d love to hear from you anytime…visit my website at www.kristanhiggins.com.

      All the best,

      Kristan

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Thanks as always to my agent, the brilliant Maria Carvainis, as well as her able and ready staff, who are always in my corner, always available and always absolutely lovely.

      Every writer should be so lucky as to work with an editor such as Keyren Gerlach, who is insightful, kind and pushes me to reach higher with every book. The entire team at HQN and Harlequin Enterprises has been overwhelming with their enthusiasm and support for my work. Special thanks to Margaret Marbury O’Neill and Tara Parsons and the wicked awesome art department for my beautiful covers.

      My heartfelt thanks to Shaunee Cole, Karen Pinco and Kelly Morse for helping me kick this bad boy off; to Toni Andrews for her ready and brilliant counsel on plotting; to Cassy and Jon Pickard for describing the life of an architect; to Annette Willis for giving me the scoop on the life of a divorce attorney (any mistakes…all mine!); to Paula Kristan Spotanski and Jennifer Iszkiewicz for sharing their memories and photos of Glacier National Park; to Bridget Fehon, animal name consultant extraordinaire; to my dear mom for all her help; Bob and Diane Moore for the loan of their beautiful home on Martha’s Vineyard. And to my great friends at CTRWA, thanks for the enthusiasm, support and cheerleading. The Force is strong within you!

      And of course, all my love to my honey and our two beautiful kids, the three best things that ever happened to me.

      Lastly, thank you, dear reader. Thank you for spending time with this book, for writing to me and in many cases, making me your friend. I just can’t tell you how much that means.

      When I was five years old,

       we kindergartners got to bring our art projects to show the big-kid second graders. As I walked past my brother’s desk, I made my clay turtle kiss him. He took it like a man, told me it was cute and ignored the boys who made fun of him for having a dorky little sister. For that, and for a million other reasons, this book is dedicated to you, Mike. Love you, pal.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

      EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      “STOP SMILING. EVERY time you smile, an angel dies.”

      “Wow,” I answered. “That’s a good one.”

      The man with the negative attitude sat at the bar, looking as if he was living a bad country-and-western song—no woman, broken truck, dead dog. Poor slob. “Listen,” I said. “I know it’s sad, but sometimes, divorce is just the euthanization of a dying relationship.” I patted his shoulder, then adjusted his white collar, which was just a bit off center. “Sometimes our hearts just need time to accept what our heads

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