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?
I offer my take on the situation. “I think we can all agree that sucked sweaty balls. But Frank’s not going to be a dick about it forever. He was blindsided-and he’s worried about you.” I make eye contact with my best friend in the review mirror. “Remember when you bought the Ducati?” Even though…
Matthew pounds me warmly on the arm. “Hey, man.” “Hey.” Then Mackenzie walks into the room. She’s taller than the last time you saw her-she’ll most likely get to five feet ten by the time she’s done growing. Her hair’s still long and blond with a slight curl; she’s wearing blue jeans, Converse sneakers, and…
Sigmund Freud would have a field day in this house. I shake my head. “I don’t think so.” “Is my mummy!” Getting into a yelling match with a two-year-old is not a good idea. That’s a battle that cannot be won. Kate pushes my chest. “Stop teasing him. And go shower-we’re gonna be late.” I…
I thought I understood the havoc hormones can wreak on the female personality-but I didn’t understand jack. Pregnancy hormones are a whole other animal entirely. She cried because James was beautiful, she cried because she loved me so much, and because of how much I love her. She cried when James cried, and when he…
After I gel James’s hair and brush his teeth-with some helpful suggestions on his spitting technique-I carry him to the kitchen airplane style. Zoom. And strap him in his high chair so he can’t escape. Next up? Breakfast. You remember how I love cereal, right? That hasn’t changed. It’s Lucky Charms for me-with extra marshmallows.…
Did you hear that? It sounded like a baby’s cry, didn’t it? No? Then I recommend you get your hearing checked, ’cause I definitely heard it. I slip through the kitchen door and stealthily make my way down the hall to the nursery. The door is cracked a few inches-just wide enough to stick my…
But I have a theory. I think it’s all deliberate. I think God plans for those first days home with a new baby to suck donkey balls. Because afterward? Everything else-the shitty diapers, the regurgitation, the constant changing of clothes and bed linens, teething-they all feel like a walk in the park. After a few…
“Like you muzzle me?” I can be biting too. “No, sweetheart-I enjoy your mouth way too much to muzzle it. I prefer it wide-open and waiting.” Kate gasps, and I expect her to come back at me, guns blazing. Because this is what we do. You’ve been around long enough-you know the drill. It’s foreplay,…
“Okay.” I slide on a pair of sweats as Kate pulls some clothes from the drawer. “Daaddy! Mummy! Up-o. Up-o. Up-o!” My son is not a big fan of patience. Wonder where he gets that from? “Oh, and Drew?” I turn toward Kate. “Yeah?” “My grandmother used to say, ‘Look with your eyes, not with…
My hips speed up and change their trajectory, thrusting to and fro in hard, quick strokes. When I know she can’t take it anymore, I cover her mouth with mine, muffling her blissful cry. As much as I crave the sound of Kate’s voice, these days it’s all about staying quiet. Covert. Why? you ask.…