It isn’t every day you trip and fall into the arms of your destiny. At least that’s how I describer Parker to my friends. I was running late, of course, because I’m never on time, and was hurrying down the stairs of my apartment building (damn unreliable elevator) in 3-inch heels no less when I tripped and careened out of control. Luckily, I was close to the last step. Even luckier, Parker happened to be coming up the steps and he caught me before I broke my neck, or worse, my ankle.

I know you’re thinking love at first sight, but no. This isn’t that kind of story. I think it was like at first sight. He is, and I’m not exaggerating, smoking hot. But then I heard his voice. “‘Ello, Love…are you injured?” I’d always had a thing for the Brits.

As an actress, admittedly a B-lister, I can hold my own with gorgeous men. And I’m never tongue-tied, but at that moment I was the awkward teenager from my past with a crush on the star soccer player. (Our high school football team was pathetic.)

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