Welcome to My Arms, Chapter 1
A strong man can handle a strong woman. A weak man will tell everyone that she has an attitude, is a troublemaker or a spoiled princess, and is downright bad news, just waiting for the opportunity to bring a man to his knees. Chelsea Friessen had grown up with the first type, and she’d dated the second.
But then, her father had ruined her by setting the bar for men ridiculously high, which was why she was in her current predicament. Where was she? At Whitefish Lake, half an hour from home, perched at the edge of a dock, her feet dangling in the glacial lake water, still cold even in August, wearing a bikini that had her looking especially hot. She held a journal and pen and was scribbling down reminders that she wasn’t an epic failure, all the while doing he
