Hired by the Single Dad (The Single Dads of Seattle, #1)

by Whitley Cox

He was like her fairy godfather or something. Arriving just in the nick of time. When things couldn’t be closer to rock bottom, he sprinkled fairy dust that smelled like scrumptious manly cologne and turned her rotting pumpkin of a world into a beautiful Ferrari of new hope.

“If it’s edible underwear, you’re sending the wrong message,” Will joked. Mark rolled his eyes. “It’s not, but now I know what I’m getting you for your birthday.”

Humans are social creatures. We prefer to be with others. And over the years, the decades, the centuries we’ve developed some warped ideology that we need to be with just one person for the rest of our lives. And then that morphed into commitment and marriage and women being considered property, and then of course the idea of love. Where one’s heart, an organ used for pumping blood and oxygen through our bodies, has such control over our emotions that it controls how we feel about a person.”

“No. Unless you omitted something on your resume.” He eyed her warily but playfully, like she was suddenly going to reveal that if he wanted a blow job it was going to cost him extra.

Then he brought her down, hitting her deep, claiming her as his.

If you’ve found someone that makes you feel like that, makes you

feel like you can take on the storm, take on the world and not be swallowed up by it, fucking hold on to her, fucking fight for her. Be the man she deserves.”

“I want you. I want you in my life. My house. My bed. My arms … my heart. I need you. Gabe needs you. I need you to come back to us. If more children is what you want, then we can discuss it. Or we could adopt. If marriage is what you want, then I want that too. I want you, and I’ll do whatever I have to to get you back.”

“I was afraid. And I let that manifest into anger, and I reacted irrationally. I said some horrible things to you, things I take back, things I never meant. Not for one second.” His eyes met hers. “Tori, I am so sorry. Please, give me another chance to prove to you how much

you mean to me. To us. We need you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I need you.” Her fingers bunched in the front of his shirt. His lips brushed against hers. “I love you.”