he meets every morning in the mirror. And if there was an award given for such things, I'd have to present Brad with the plaque for the man who moves the fastest when his alleged love has died. I thought he dumped Ashley on her can can with a speed that made both her and my head spin 360 degrees. After running after her for years, with full and complete knowledge that her yearning heart belonged to Victor, when he learned she had thrown herself at the grim faced man's head once again and been roundly rejected, his so called love shriveled up and blew away like a tumbleweed in the hot desert wind. But that was nothing compared to the rapidity with which he suggested Victoria pickup the pace lest the doorknob dent her derriere when he slammed the door behind her. And she could forget about carefully packing away her expensive designer duds, which was probably all she brought to the fully furnished house. So anxious to see the back of her, he chose to hire some underling to cram them in a couple of crates and ship them to her than have to wait impatiently for her to dawdle through the chore herself. I couldn't help but wonder if he was planning to ship them to the office given that she has no home to call her own. Then, to add insult to the injuries he'd already dealt her, she probably hadn't even finished trudging to the car before he was calling