Page 1 of Finding Love

PROLOGUE

Ten-year-old Brooklyn, or Brook as everyone called her, was a complete failure. She’d not only failed her latest competition, but to add insult to injury, her father had needed to rescue her.

“It’s okay, honey, we can work hard again this year. Next year you’ll finish on your own,” her father said as he lifted her out of the water.

Not even her wetsuit could keep the cold of the Pacific from seeping into her bones.

A thick wool blanket was wrapped around her shoulders to fend off the bite of the Oregon March wind.

“I could have…” she started to say, but her teeth were chattering so badly, it took several tries just get out those three words.

“Brooklyn.” Her father’s tone warned her to not question his decision to pull her out of the water.

Fine. Okay. So she was a complete failure. She’d just have to live with it for the next year. Let it feed her addiction to working harder.

She vowed right there in the coast guard boat that was jetting her back to shore that she would never allow herself to be weak again. Whatever she did, she was going to win at all costs.