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While lifeguarding in Malibu one summer, I met a stunningly beautiful woman named Shiloh that was vacationing with her friends. After hitting it off, we practically hung out every day. We hiked Solstice Canyon with her friends. I brought her to Hollywood Boulevard to see the stars and took her to the Pacific Park at the Santa Monica Pier. I also took her paragliding over the mountains and the Pacific Ocean. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, but the more time we spent together, the more I wanted her all to myself--forever. As summer ended, and knowing Shiloh was getting ready to head back home to Vegas, I gave her a birthday she'd never forget. Literally. We spent that entire weekend together, but when I awoke--she was gone. For two years, I searched for her. I explored the beaches and dragged my friends to Vegas to help me search, hoping to find her and tell her how I felt--but no such luck. Then, one hot summer day, I was at the beach tower working when I saw her. But she wasn't by herself. She was with a heavily tattooed man and a little girl. Shiloh was just as beautiful as I remembered, but the little girl playing in the sand had me questioning who she was since she looked about a year old. I did the math, and now my question is this... Is that little girl with the dark curly hair mine? Credit for cover: https://selfpubbookcovers.com/VonnaArt
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