"So you're single?"
"Are you seriously hitting on me right now while I have breastmilk all over my shirt?"
When Grant Thomas, the handsome stranger standing in front of me in line at the coffee shop, stripped his uniform shirt off and handed it to me, I could have sworn I was on an episode of Punked. Not only was the man Gabe Kapler's doppelganger, but he was also a pilot and good with babies, which my six month-old daughter could attest to as she settled in his arms while I changed into his shirt, contemplating all of my life choices at that moment.
Being a single mom is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but that was the decision I made when I chose to have a child via sperm donor since I was tired of waiting on Mr. Right.
But suddenly, Mr. I'm-Too-Sexy-for-my-Shirt appears in my life-not only once, but twice-and has me wondering where the hell he's been and why I didn't meet him sooner?
Grant demonstrates time and again that he's invested in me and my daughter, shows up for me when I need him the most, and makes my toes curl in a way I didn't know was possible.
He's perfect. Our relationship is perfect.
Until it's not.
When the inkling that I'm missing something comes to fruition, there's only one question I need to answer...
Will my heart end up broken like every time before, leaving me destined to be alone?
Or could our path to find one another prove that not everything happens as planned?
