Compared (The Sweet Rom"Com", #1)

by Kortney Keisel

I suck in another deep breath, filling my lungs to capacity, and belt out the next line of “I Will Always Love You.” At the same time, one fist goes to my mouth, acting as a microphone, while the other hand moves wildly to the melody of the song.

She is so wrong. I haven’t eaten an entire roll of store-bought cookie dough. I would never do something like that. I made my own cookie dough and ate the whole thing. It tastes way better, and if I’m going to get salmonella poisoning, I’m going to do it the right way.

The boys turn their guns on me, and suddenly I’m assaulted with flying blue darts. One hits me in the eye, and I’m reminded once again how deadly those things are. I run to the door, but the boys scatter before I can steal their guns and use them against them.

I went from being the uncool single dad to the creepy stalker. All I need is a knife to complete the look.

Get a grip, Meg. It’s just blue eyes. You’re such a lightweight.

There’s never been anything more attractive than a woman loving on my son.

I should probably warn her, tell her I’m absolutely falling in love with her, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

We’ve touched a bra strap, people. Stay calm. “Dad, I’m thirsty.” “Of course you are.” It’s as if an alarm went off in his little brain that I had entered bra strap territory.

What happened is that your arms wrapped around my waist, and I can’t focus on anything but how nice it is to be held by you.

I literally thought that I would be alone for the rest of my life. And then you came along, and now I can’t imagine not being with you.”

I don’t need you. I see that now. But Meg, I want you. You’re the person I want to be with. The person I want to turn to when I've just won the championship. When the entire team runs to the pitcher or to the kid who just hit the home run, I want to run to you. You make everything better. You make the losses bearable and the wins complete.”