Damn. That hurt my heart, and she isn’t even my kid.
“It’ll take a long time,” he says to me, “for her to get over what I said to that boy. But eventually, she’ll understand it and will drop her attitude.”
“Tate still has that attitude sometimes, so I wouldn’t hold my breath,” I tell him.
Who would’ve ever thought this would be my life? Two years ago, I didn’t even have a wife on my mind, let alone a baby. But here I am now with both, and I can barely remember what my single days were like.
All I know is that I wouldn’t go back for anything in the world.
I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
A baby.
A wife.
A life.
…and my forever.
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SNEAK PEEK OF NEED
LULU
“Stupid car.” I kick the tire, hating the potholes that never seem to go away, but only grow bigger.
I didn’t even see the damn thing before my entire brain was jarred from the motion and my tire popped.
“Damn it.” I bend down, staring at the rim. It’s bent. This isn’t going to be a simple change-the-tire job that I could do myself.
I don’t really have time to deal with this today. I have a meeting with a client in two hours to go over the whole-house organization package she purchased from me yesterday. Business has really started to take off lately, especially since I began posting my work on social media. I need a car to get around the city to meet with clients and take my supplies.
I grab my phone from the passenger seat and dial the number for roadside assistance. The nice womantells me someone will be to me within a half hour. Freaking great, but at least it won’t be longer.
Me: My tire’s blown.
Tate: Oh no. Want me to come get you?
The last thing I want is for Tate to come rescue me. She is a new mom and has bigger responsibilities than bailing me out for a stupid tire.
Me: No. Roadside is on the way.
Nino: What happened?
Me: Pothole.
Mason: Hate them. It’s why I won’t get a car.
He’s lying. The boy is cheap, and he hates parting with his money for just about everything.
Amelia: At least your heater still works.
I crank it up, thankful that the car is still running since it’s barely above freezing. Spring can’t come soon enough.
Zoey: Lemme know where you’re headed, and I’ll pick you up.
Me: Can I borrow your car for the day?
