It had been over a year since Mort and Amy got their divorce. Well, techinally, a year and three months. Mort had found out that Amy had been cheating on him with a Real Estate Agent named Ted Milner. Apparently, Amy had wanted to tell Mort about the affair, but she just couldn't bear his reaction. Mort had signed the divorce papers, told Amy that she could keep the house in New York, and he would take the cabin in Tashmore Lake, and to never bother him again.

Mort didn't think he would ever get over Amy's betrayal. It had hurt. It was like she had twisted a sharp knife into his chest, pulled out his heart, and set it on fire right in front of him. That's how bad it hurt. Then one day, a miracle happened. That miracle came in the form of a young woman named Jenna Cole. Jenna wasn't what you would call hot or sexy, but in Mort's eyes, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. She wasn't perfect, no, but then again, who was? Jenna had hazel/gray eyes, and long auburn hair. She needed to put a little meat on her bones, though. Mort met her at one of his book signings. Jenna, you could say, was kind of a klutz, not to mention, very shy. She had blushed when going up to Mort, and having him sign her book. Mort found her shyness adorable, and asked her out on a date.

So far, they had been together now for eight months and were madly in love. Jenna didn't know how to do much, but she did the best she could. She was a waitress, and she was always dropping plates, and smashing them. Luckily, her boss had shown her mercy, for he knew that Jenna was a sweet girl, and tried her very best. Plus, all the customers seemed to love her. Jenna had her own apartment in town, and on the weekends would drive out to the cabin to be with Mort. Mort had thought about asking her to move in with him, but he wasn't sure if it was the right time yet. He had rushed things with Amy, and look how that all turned out. Mort was paranoid that the same thing would happen with Jenna. That she would leave him for somebody else.

Jenna had told him that he had nothing to worry about, for she was crazy about Mort, and had no desire to be with anyone else. That he had ruined her for all other men. One Saturday night, they were sitting on Mort's couch, Chico, Mort's dog, lay between them. The lights were out, and Jenna had her head rested on Mort's shoulder. They were covered with a blanket, and watching a movie.

"You know, Mort, if anyone has reason to worry, it's me. I mean, look at you, for crying out loud. You're hot! Women probably drool all over you when you walk into town."

Mort just laughed at this, and kissed Jenna on the top of her head.

"Well, Juliet at the post office-"

"I knew it."

"Relax, Jen. No girl holds a candle to you."

Jenna could tell that Mort was being sincere, and his words warmed her up inside.

"But why me, Mort? You could have your pick of any girl out there. I mean, I'm a plane Jane. I eat like a pig, yet I have the body of a swizzle stick. I fall down, and break things all the time. Last month, I twisted my ankle tripping over Chico. Why, Mort? What is so great about me?"

Mort sighed, and kissed Jenna softly on the lips and rested his forehead against hers.

"Why not you? You may not think you're beautiful, but I do. As far as being a klutz goes, so what? Lots of people are. I-I love you."

Jenna's eyes widened at Mort's words. That was the first time Mort had told her that. She had said it to him countless times, and he would just smile and kiss her. Jenna never got upset by that though, because she knew that Mort would tell her he loved her when the time was right.

"You do?"

"I do. Very much."

"Oh, Mort. I love you, too."

"How much?"

"Very much."

"Enough to want to move in with me?"

"What?"

Mort nodded his head, and smiled brightly.

"Move in with me, Jen. I'll drive you into work every day, and pick you up. Will you?"

Jenna leaned forward and wrapped her arms securely around Mort's neck.

"Yes, Mort! Of course I'll move in with you. I love you!"

"And I you."