Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water Book 2)

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There’s absolutely nothing wrong with asking for help, but I don’t do it very often, usually having no reason for it. Short of cussing, or worse, slamming my head into something, I go to my bedroom, planning on meditating for a few minutes before I get my lunch.

Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water

Jace Atwood, I can't believe you're treating me like this. I thought we had something special. You're . . . you're . . . such an egomaniac asshole." Her voice is so high and screechy, I'm afraid every glass in this restaurant is going to burst any moment. I wave him off. “It’s no problem, I promise. I know from experience that the nastiness only gets worse the longer you wait. And trust me, you don’t want that sort of stink to sink in.” I send another awkward smile at the employee and feel so relieved when Jace opens the ER doors that I want to kiss him. Which is a very random, and very odd, thought because I don’t really want to kiss him.Belatedly, I realize I didn’t ask Jace if he wants something to eat too. Dang it. I’m pretty much done with Tanner’s and mine, about to put it on our plates. I could offer him mine. And that’s coming from an athlete who was taught to hold his breath for long periods of time. Thankfully, that technique was retired long ago, but not once have I ever felt this kind of chest tightness before.

Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water

Sure, it might seem a bit too focused and simplistic to some people. All the training and strict rules I live by, barely having a social life except the occasional evening or Sunday I spend with the guys, my mom, or the rare date. My brows immediately furrow at her question. “You don’t ever have to ask. Not on a normal day, and especially not after you just did me a huge favor, and I asked you to stay.” My fingers grace the wall of the pool, and I lift my head in relief. Maybe I pushed too hard during my cool down, but I felt so tense that I needed to let out some extra steam toward the end. I give myself a mental slap, hoping my face doesn’t show my very inappropriate thoughts, and clear my throat. “I made some extra pancakes for you.” I will take good care of him, just like I vowed after reading Lila’s letter. She never had the chance to finish it, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t at least try my best to honor her last wish.

That definitely gets my attention, and I’m immediately on alert, my body tight with tension. “What’s going on?” I study Emilia. The way her lips quirk up at the corners when she murmurs soft words to Tanner, and the way her eyes shine when she giggles with him. But seeing Emilia and Tanner smile at each other as if this is the best day of their lives, does something to me. I shrug. “Mostly. That’s what my friends call me, and what I went with for the show. I think kids like it better, and I do too.” I’m unable to stop my perusal as I stare at her curves. They are on display more than they’ve ever been before. And damn, if those aren’t some sexy curves.