A/N: Yes, I know, I'm in the middle of my other story. This idea just wouldn't leave me alone! With that said, I would love some feedback. I want to know if I should continue with this story.

Chapter 1

There is nothing like New York City on a spring morning. The crisp, fresh air as a new day starts. The sounds of shoes on the pavement and vehicles on the streets as the city wakes up and people begin their day. There's nothing like the freedom of a jog through Central Park to start off your day. Shane McMahon loved his morning run. It gave him time to think, to forget the daily grind of his job for that first hour or so of his day. It felt great to feel his feet hit the pavement as he took the same familiar path, leading from the entrance near his condo to his favorite restaurant where he stopped to indulge in his morning coffee and to look over the stocks in the New York Times. The same, small restaurant with the older woman, Martha, who's kind face and voice pleaded with him to have a real meal, not just a bagel with that cup of coffee. It felt nice to have someone worry about him. He's sure that's part of the reason he returns to the restaurant every morning.

Shane's wife, Marissa, had been killed in a car accident two years prior. In the first couple of months, it was all Shane could do to get out of bed each morning. He knew he had to, for his son. Declan was all that he had now. Shane knew without a doubt if it wasn't for his son, he would probably still be holed up in bed, refusing to face the world around him. His little boy... their son... he gave Shane hope. He gave him purpose. Little by little, Shane became stronger. The first six months he primarily focused on Declan, taking some time off from the WWE. Slowly Shane tested the water, trying to go back to work. He primarily remained behind the scenes, as it provided him the freedom to take Declan with him to the office as he completed his work for the day. After that first year Shane felt comfortable enough to allow either his sister or one of the WWE staffers to stay with Declan while Shane was onscreen making an appearance. Shane knew eventually he would have to find someone to care for Declan but at this point, he felt it was his responsibility to do so. Shane didn't think he had the strength to allow someone else into their lives just yet.

Shane would finish his coffee and the eggs and bacon that Martha would inevitably talk him into. He'd pay for his meal and then jog back to his condo so he could shower and prepare for his day. Shane wouldn't even allow himself the indulgence of jogging through the park in the morning if it wasn't for his mother, Linda, ensuring that she or one of their close friends came over every morning to give Shane the opportunity. His immediate family or close friends were the only people he would trust to care for Declan in his absence. Shane would shower and dress quickly, thanking his mother with a kiss on the cheek or a phone call just to assure her he was alright. Linda would fuss over him, telling him he needed more rest... that he needed a new woman in his life. Shane would reassure his mother in time he would find someone to fit into his life with Declan... but the time wasn't now.

Much to Shane's surprise, he would find that fate would intervene sooner than he anticipated.

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One early morning, Shane was stretching before he began his jog. That's when she caught his eye. He didn't know who she was, but was she beautiful. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She was wearing gray jogging pants with baby blue stripes on the legs with the matching jacket on top. His deep brown eyes were locked on her as she stretched across the path from him. Shane blushed and glanced away quickly when she looked up; he was positive he had been caught in the act. There was no denying he had been staring.

She had, in fact, noticed his gaze on her. How could she miss it? She had seen him jogging on a few different occasions but he had seemed so preoccupied that she was never a blip on his radar, much to her dismay. Her brown eyes were on Shane now as she finished her stretches, waiting for him to look up again. When he did he was met with a warm smile from her. She gave a little wave before she went on her way. She did have to keep her schedule. If he wanted to speak to her he would have to keep up.

Shane was frozen in place. Her smile was completely disarming. He knew he wanted to talk to her... right now. He realized that in his distraction that she had taken off. Shane looked around, trying to catch sight of her. Which way did she go? Shane sighed, closing his eyes when he did not see her. Damn it, he thought. He stretched once more before he began his jog. He knew two things for sure. One, he hadn't felt this alive in months. And two, he had to see her again. He set off on his usual course, keeping his eyes peeled.