Ash Adams was an honest-to-goodness rock star. He had a popular band, a successful career, long hair, and blue eyes that could make me melt.
He was definitely out of my league. We both knew it. At least I thought we did. But Ash genuinely seemed to like me. I had a past. I had doubts.
And Ash would have to remain persistent if he wanted any chance of winning my heart.
Fortunately, persistence was something rock stars did best.
