One Look (The Sullivan Family, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

It was annoying as fuck when your child threw your parenting back in your face.

Her ponytail was lopsided, but despite the late-night YouTube tutorials between game-film playbacks, I still hadn’t come close to mastering a french braid. That shit was pure witchcraft.

In my travels, I had discovered that cruising down long stretches of country roads with music up and the wind in my hair was good for my soul.

I could tell he wanted to kiss me but wouldn’t do anything about it. He was a grouch, and he was happy to live in his grouchy little trash can. Nope. Not today, Oscar.