Knightley If this were a competition, I would definitely win in the discipline of pretending I don't like Heath Miller. That I don’t pay any attention to his wide chin, toned body and his unique smell, consisting of a mixture of forest aftershave lotion and machine oil, because of which the lower abdomen languishes sweetly. Since I started walking, he has been my champion, my best friend. And the only problem he can’t help me with is himself. Why? If I admit that I love him, I will lose both him and his wonderful daughter. Perhaps the best Christmas gift I can give him—and myself—is to start a car and put distance between us. HitI made a lot of mistakes. Lost his scholarship to MIT, returned home to fix cars and have affairs with tourists in Cantbury until he ended up a single father. For the eight years since Cassie was born, Knightley has been my anchor. I have changed. Cassie has been the best part of my life, and Knightley has helped me every step of the way. But, as soon as Christmas began to cover Cantbury with a blanket of magic, Knightley threw a bomb - she was going to follow her dream to New York. I only have a week to do everything, to say everything I never dared to say. To convince my best friend to be mine - ours - for all the remaining holidays in my life.