Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
And Dee inquires, “That makes you happy, doesn’t it?” I cannot tell a lie. “Yeah, it really does.” She throws a pillow at my head. Kate’s voice brings my eyes back to her. “I wanted to let you know that I just signed Saul Anderson. That’s right! Merry Christmas indeedy.” Christopher responds, and a look…
“Can I play with you?” she offers. “I play a mean game of Ping-Pong.” James giggles. “Thanks, Mommy, but I want to wait for Daddy.” Kate tries again. “But what if he can’t come, honey?” James gazes back at her calmly, confidently, because he believes every word he’s saying. “Daddy told me that ‘can’t’ isn’t…
chapter 5 After Alexandra is gone, I wait. My guardian angel said there’d be three spirits visiting me, and I have a feeling I’m not going to wake up from this dream until bachelorette number three gets her turn. When nothing happens, I try to help things along. “Hello? Anybody here? You win-I feel really…
“Oh . . .” “Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . .” Delores throws up her hands. “Now this is just fucking ridiculous.” I shrug unapologetically. “Picasso had his clay, Rembrandt had his brushes-I have my cock. Every true artist has a favorite tool. And you can’t rush fine art.” “Yes,…
I stumble backward, making contact with the yellow living room wall. “What the fuck . . .” I whisper. Confused. A little horrified. “You don’t look so good, Uncle Drew,” Mackenzie comments. Losing your mind will do that to you. I turn in a circle, taking in beige couches and an oak entertainment center housing…
A smile comes to my lips. “And then he did. Laughing and loud and bigger than life. I ran to him and-even before he hugged my mother-he scooped me up and spun me around. Carried me on his shoulder like Tiny fucking Tim. And it felt . . . magical. Like real Christmas magic. And…
“Interesting. You don’t look like an angel.” “How do you imagine I should look?” “Wings, halo, blinding heavenly light.” She winks. “I only bring the halo out for formal events. As for my wings . . . I’m still working on earning them.” I snap my fingers. “That sounds familiar. To earn your wings, you…
A panicked expression swamps the blonde’s face. She taps a few buttons on the register and swipes the tie’s bar code with the red laser beam. “It’s ringing up at one hundred and eighty. Plus tax.” I push a hand through my dark hair and listen for the predictable old woman response. “That’s false advertising!…
He thought that was funny. And I’ve slept in boxers almost every night since. When people tell you having kids changes things-they’re not screwing around. But all thoughts of our child fly out of my head as Kate envelops my dick in her warm, wet mouth. My head lolls back, relishing the sensation of her…
She shakes her head. “Oh, please. This has nothing to do with the money, Drew. Not for you.” Then a new thought occurs to her. “And what about James’s gifts? For weeks we’ve been pushing off putting his big presents together-the bike, the trampoline . . .” Damn it. I forgot about those. “I’ll see…