IT HAD TO BE YOU
She plopped into the rickety desk chair she’d picked up secondhand to go with the metal desk she’d inherited when she bought this bookstore four years ago.
After a minute of searching through the pile of catalogs and order sheets on her desk, Mackenzie took the phone. She punched in a number, then waited through three rings.
“‘Hello?’” Helen Roberts, her best friend, answered.
“Life is passing me by, Helen.”
“‘Mackie?’”
“I know at sixteen I vowed to wait for the ‘One and Only’, but I thought I’d find love by now.”
Mackenzie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.