The title of this book was a clever play on words for a NASCAR themed book on second chances. Stories that involve second chances are some of my favorite story lines. There is line about the intimacy of the heroine’s queen sized bed. It took me on a trip down memory lane. I was reminded of my own queen bed and of the first time when my then boyfriend, who I am now married too, saw my queen sized bed. I had just come back from being a way (a week and half for business, being home for less then 24 hours and then left for a 2 week vacation) and had 3 and half weeks of dirty of laundry sorted on the side of the bed I didn’t sleep on. We were just starting to get serious at the time and I had never shown him the 2nd floor of my house. He made some comment about how that bed is not big enough for two to sleep in and all of your clothes on the other half of it. What are you going to do when you get married? You’re going to lose all this storage space for your clothes. Then I made some flippant comment about well if I got a king then we wouldn’t have that problem. But then I clarified it that this was an unusual amount of laundry for me and that I need some large space to sort out the different colors as I unpacked. It turns out that bed became the first one we shared as a married couple. We got a king at one point but after about a month I made him swap the queen we had in the guest room for the king. I missed the intimacy of us sharing a queen. Reading that line just made me connected with this story in such a more personal way.
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