By M. Piper
I’m Lincoln West.
First sibling of three, and the other two couldn’t be any more opposite of me.
Single father extraordinaire to the coolest kid on the face of the earth, and I have parents that think the world of my son.
I’m a family guy. At twenty-two, I’ve embraced my fate as lifetime member of the uncool single dad club. It’s the Lincoln and Carter show…until I meet Wren. That’s when everything changes. And I mean everything. More laundry in the machine, a third toothbrush at the bathroom sink, Cosmopolitan magazine next to the bed. More importantly, a home that feels full.
Wren’s the beauty in my ugly days. She’s full of life, and talent, and she’s the exact mother figure my son needs. It’s surprising because she’s the daughter of two very shitty people. Pardon my French. Two people who taught her to hate herself because she didn’t follow their plan for her. Two people that drop a hell of a bomb on us. Right when we think the world’s stopped pitting against us, her family proves us wrong.
Now we’re out to prove that even though unplanned, our unconventional life is absolutely perfect.
“It’s art girl,” he says and I freeze.
That voice, smooth…friendly…like butter. God, I love butter. It’s the man from the field trip. I know without even looking at him, and only because his voice has been engrained in my head since he caught me doing rubbings on his building.
I’d like to rub his building. I chuckle to myself and sigh.
“I’m ok with that nickname,” I say, smiling and turning around. My eyes trail his body, shirtless and sweaty, and my mouth goes dry. He’s…beautiful. He grins at me; his strong jaw and slight dimples make me weak in the knees. Or maybe that’s the lack off food today.
“Hey, let me help,” he says, grabbing the box out of my hands. I don’t have the energy to fight him on it…I’m too dumbfounded by how hot this guy is. Like, too hot for Springfield, hot. Deserves to be on a book cover hot. I watch his ass as he marches inside the house like he knows exactly where he’s going and when he disappears inside I shake my head and try to rid myself of these feelings. I can’t fall for anyone right now. Hell, the last time I was with a guy bad things happened from it. I need to get my life in order before falling for someone as good looking as him.
I make my way inside, walking as slow as possible so maybe I can just get a quick thank you in as he’s on his way out. This boy has feelings written all over him. Feelings I’m not ready to feel.
“Wren!” Lucy yells from the door. “This handsome piece of man meat says he knows you?” She appears in the doorway, motioning inside the house and I groan to myself. Lucy’s not like me. She’s loud, outspoken, opinionated, and has no shame whereas I’ve learned to keep to myself and do what I love most, not worrying about what everyone else thinks about me.
“I don’t know him, Lucy,” I whisper, skipping the steps on the porch to get to her before she embarrasses me even more. “Stop yelling! He can hear you,” I hiss quietly.
“Man meat, huh?” He’s standing next to her now, when he appeared I have no clue. All I can focus on is that smirk and that cute as fuck dimple.
“She said it,” I mumble. “Hey thanks for carrying that in for me,” I say, trying my hardest not to stare at his abs. God, his abs. I’ve never felt abs that…defined… I wonder what they feel like.
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