<P>Let me make this clear right here right now: I Halley Dawson do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain — making him my competition in this year's kissing contest.</P><P>Why do I care you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old but I also know it's never going to happen.</P><P>He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for and I'm the Creek Falls raccoon lady who puts peanut-butter sandwiches out for them every night. I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign — no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: kiss me.</P>
