This is the part where I’m supposed to brag about all my illustrious accomplishments, but honestly, I’d rather talk about my dogs and brag about some of the things I haven’t done: On the sidewalk in front of the rehearsal dinner restaurant, I'd sobbed that my life could never be the same without him. And he had cleared his throat and said, "I love you, Gwen, but I need Lisa." Exactly." And he got that look on his face that guys get after they watch too many McDonald's commercials featuring precocious blond moppets playing catch with their dads. "All that fresh air and room to run around. What a great place to raise a family." I laughed. "Okay, then, what do you do when you're not, ahem, charitably donating your time to the psychological improvement of young minds?"

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What a girl did not need was to discover that she had forgotten to recharge her cell phone last night, and consequently had no battery power left. The two of us huddled together. The passersby on the other side of the plate glass must have thought we were planning a heist. So you're that kind of girl." He opened the glass door to the coffee shop and ushered me into frigid, mocha-scented air-conditioning. "Fiesty."I nodded at his left hand, which, although tan and sprinkled with thin dark hair, remained ringless. "Still not married?" I must have looked hesitant, because he added, "I solemnly swear not to chain you to the stove in the ranch house. Until the third date." He straightened up in his seat. "I shouldn't say any more than I already have. It was a long time ago, and it's not worth remembering."

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So I did the only thing left to do. I hurled my cell phone into the middle of Le Conte Avenue, where it was promptly run over by a forest green Saab. The driver, a blond beach bunny with dark sunglasses, honked her horn and flung her cigarette butt at me as she vroomed away.The point is I had fun because although it was ridiculous, it was ridiculous in a sort of funny. I guess it’s kind of like watching reality tv, and you’re just thinking “Damn! What else are these characters gonna get themselves into?” I should have known this day was coming. UCLA is a big campus, but the medical plaza is a small world.

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I made a big production out of bracing myself against the table with both hands. "No, no -- bring it on. I can take it." Hmm. He sounded quite reasonable and insightful. (For a man.) I couldn't decide if this meant he had unlimited romantic potential or if, given that he had once dated a woman so good-looking that people were willing to overlook her full-blown psychosis, he was wholly out of my league and I should just give up now. You look like you need to borrow a cell phone." His voice sounded all deep and East Coast. The kind of guy who'd been on the crew team at prep school. Swear to God, Gwen, if a guy ever did that to me I would cut off his penis. And then FedEx it to his new girlfriend." That's what Cesca had said, and she had a point. Part of me knew that he didn't even deserve my chilly courtesy -- that what he in fact deserved was to have his nether regions severed, sealed, and delivered -- but another part of me was still holding on to what we'd had: the sunny Sunday mornings brunching at Gladstone's while watching the tide roll in. The postsex, late-evening showers we took together, dueting "Summer Lovin'" at the top of our lungs. The safe, even spaces between his breaths when he slept. It was not good. We gaped at each other, both of us mute and rooted to the sun-bleached concrete. His gaze slid away from mine, so I focused on the small blue name tag pinned to his white coat: DR. D. SCHELL. We were standing, fittingly, in The Bomb Shelter, which is the café adjacent to the med school.

And then there's the dress." I covered my eyes and shuddered. "First fitting, second fitting, final fitting..." A few well-placed patrons and she might be able to move on to her pasta period and take the L.A. art world by storm." I'm Alex Coughlin." He offered his hand. "I'm the new trustee on the children's clinic board. Dr. Cortez showed me around the new building this morning, and he took me by your office. We just peeked in, but I remember you. Dr. Cortez said you were one of his best new therapy interns." He continued to stare, and I was feeling less comfortable and secure by the second. Finally, he nodded and said, "You're Gwen, right? Gwen Taylor?" The phone beeped angrily and gave me the technological equivalent of the finger -- the "please charge battery" message. Then the illuminated screen went blank.

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I might as well. You should know what you're getting into." I lowered my voice to a whisper. " That -- I'm sorry, what was your name again?" Oh yeah? What fancy degrees do you have slapped up on your wall?" I sized him up and took a guess. "M.B.A.?" He laughed again, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. His skin looked tan and a bit weathered. Probably from all that yachting down at the asylum.Got it." He nodded. "Well, I don't know about weddings, but I always thought it'd be nice to settle down, move out to a ranch in Colorado, have a bunch of kids, and live happily ever after." Damn. You psychologists have quite the eye for detail. All right, I admit it -- I'm a preppy M.B.A. who wears an ostentatious watch." He turned both palms outward. "What can I say? It was a gift from my mother, and it does keep good time." Oh, let's not go down that road." I tried to avoid broaching this subject with strangers, as I tended to go off on long, frothy-mouthed, spirally eyed rants. PS. Also, Alex can go eff himself because girl, aside from him being rich, I doubt he has any redeeming qualities- total turn off. I hate that they actually ended up together. This should be titled Gwen's miserable life and curse or something. Just as things are heating up with Alex, Gwen meets her newest patient -- a precocious preschooler whose chaotic soap opera-actress of a mother, Harmony, sounds an awful lot like one of Alex's crazy ex-girlfriends. Mostly because she is one of Alex's crazy ex-girlfriends. Unfortunately for Gwen, Harmony has a secret that plunges them all into a real-life daytime drama, complete with sex, lies, and Vegas elopements. With Harmony determined to reunite with Alex and Gwen's ex-fiancé begging for a second chance, only one thing is certain: