Not waiting for a reply, Rosie stalked away, reflecting on the several fun but passionless dates they'd shared. Andrew Peterson is quite a looker, tall and slim, and that dark brown hair shimmering with red – yeowch. Add in piercing green eyes and a face that skimmed the edge of too beautiful to be real. She shook her head. I really liked him, but he was never more than friendly to me or anyone else. I never saw passion in his eyes. Not until he looked at Alyssa. The tender, possessive expression he wore took her breath away. Now Rosie understood why there had never been any hope for any of them. Drew had been in love with this girl for so long. No one else had ever had a chance.
She concluded that she needed to let it go. One thing about Drew… he's a great friend. I want him to want him
