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</div>Brooke Summers had been having a rough time without her daughter and best friend Payton around. First, there was the whole hard hitting reality of the fact that she was the mother of a college student. Then, there was the whole empty nester factor. All in all, Brooke felt much too young to be dealing with any of this. And frankly, she was.<br/><br/>Getting pregnant as a freshman in community college was never part of Brooke’s plan. Getting knocked up by the married professor she had hooked up with one time was easily one of the biggest mistakes of her life. Except it did allow her to have her daughter, Payton. The spitting image of herself, Payton was always a free spirited girl. She marched to the beat of her own drum and Brooke wouldn’t have had it any other way.<br/><br/>Things weren’t easy or convenient for a long time. Especially as a single mother who was forced to move back in with her parents just to stay afloat while she somehow juggled three jobs at once. Naturally, the professor wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. It would likely ruin his professional career as well as his personal life. And because they had only hooked up the one time, she never felt that it was her right to demand much of anything from him.<br/><br/>She only told a few close friends the truth about it all, and they all floated the idea of threatening to expose him unless he paid child support. However, blackmail was not something that she felt comfortable with. Asking for help in general was never something that she made a habit of doing. In fact, moving back in with her parents only came to fruition because they insisted. Of course, that was before they saved enough to afford their own place.<br/><br/>Now with Payton away at Baymont University in San Mateo, Brooke had their condo to herself. Well, she shared it with the grumpy, fluffy cat that Payton fell in love with at the kennel and named Mayor Whiskers. She had fallen in love with another boy the prior summer, though things never quite worked out as she would have hoped. Perhaps it was for the best. Still, Brooke couldn’t help thinking on the few occasions that she saw him, he was dreamy.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to her, when her old fashioned Volkswagen bus finally bit the dust, the lot that it was taken to was actually owned by that boy’s father. Even after receiving the business card from the guy driving the tow truck and glancing down at the name, it didn’t register in her mind because she still couldn’t recall Parker’s last name. She said her last goodbyes to the rusted old van after taking all of her crap out of it. “Thanks for everything, old girl.” She whispered to the beat up vehicle.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, Brooke wandered into the showroom and absently started to scroll through one of the display touch screens, which showed the vehicles available for rent and purchase.