He had an ego.
My son had opinions.
The first time I met Nick Sullivan, he informed me I was in his seat.
I kept eating. My seven-year-old told him where to find another chair.
Nick is a tight end for the Fairmont Wolves, with excellent shoulders and the firm belief that his free evening should also be mine.
I'm a single mom. I have a job, choir rehearsals, and a son. Rearranging my plans usually requires three phone calls. His smile is good, but it doesn't answer any of them.
Wes is even harder to impress. He's seen Nick draw a dinosaur standing on its own tail. Being good at football only gets you so far after that.
I'm having a little more trouble remaining unimpressed. Particularly when we're alone.
I like his hands on my waist. I like the way he looks at me. And beneath all that confidence, I start finding a man I want around long after the date is over.
Then Nick starts choosing evenings with both of us. Wes looks forward to seeing him. I catch myself imagining a future together.
Apparently, we're all getting attached. Some of us are being less dignified about it than others.
But the closer we get, the more Nick struggles with the parts of our life that don't revolve around him. My time. My choices. My son's relationship with his dad.
He wants to know he matters.
I need him to understand that being loved doesn't mean coming first in everything.
I want Nick in our future.
But there's more than one heart he could break.
Book Four in the Fairmont Wolves series.