Single (Single Dads, #1)

by R.J. Scott

“I parked, and this gorgeous blond sprinted out of the next house, vaulted the perimeter fence in one bound, and honestly, I’m a married woman, but that was a hundred kinds of sexy.”

“Would you poke a real person in the heart?” I asked and nudged the display out of his reach. “Only if they ’served it,” the kid stated, and jeez, he seemed as if he really meant what he was saying. Did we have a future serial killer on our hands here? I searched for Leo, and if I could catch his eye, maybe we could haul in the kid for questioning. “Nah,” the kid added, “it was a joke.” He peered at the table, at the pile of heart-shaped stickers with the hospital logo. “Can I have a sticker?” “Sure you can.” I picked up a sheet to peel off one, but he grabbed a pile of ten sheets, then ran before I could stop him. That was the most excitement I’d had all morning, apart from Tracy telling me in no uncertain terms that she was sick and that she had to leave. I offered to check her out if it helped, but she ran before I could catch her. Which meant I was now on my own, with the stickers, in my scrubs, and with a bleeding heart.