A Little Less Conversation
But it’s him all right.
Only he isn’t the cocky football player who drove me crazy freshman year anymore. He’s funny and intense and a single dad who adores his little girl.
And maybe…perfect for me?
Is that still something I believe in after my own ugly divorce?
I’m not sure. And I have a firm rule—no dating guys I used to fantasize about strangling.
But then, he kisses me. And I decide maybe rules are meant to be broken…