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292 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 8, 2019
The best things in life always come along when we’re not looking for them.
According to my son, Coach Walker sounds like a combination of Captain America, Eddie Vedder, Chris Hemsworth, and Albert Einstein.
I want to be her everything. Because somewhere along the line—Lainey, Jason, our baby—that’s what they’ve become to me. Everything.
I want to be her everything. Because somewhere along the line—Lainey, Jason, our baby—that’s what they’ve become to me. Everything.
Dean Walker is going to be a father. Holy fuck me sideways. When you start referring to yourself in the third person in your own mind—that’s when you know you’re screwed.
“But I’m putting this on the table . . . anytime you feel like being not smart, I’m your guy. You change your mind and want to hook up, for one night . . . or ten . . . I am up for that.” He gestures to his groin. “Literally, up for it. Just say the words.” A giggle tickles my throat. “What words?” “Yes, Dean. Please, Dean. Now, Dean. Supercalifragilisticexpiali-fuck me, Dean. Any combination of those will work. Don’t be shy—I’m a sure thing. Okay?”
“According to my son, Coach Walker sounds like a combination of Captain America, Eddie Vedder, Chris Hemsworth, and Albert Einstein.”
“ Okay. Over the summer, I hooked up with this girl and she was like . . .” I search my mind for an adequate way to convey all that Lainey was, in a way they’ll understand. My voice goes wispy with awe. “. . . a Hot Dog Johnny’s hot dog, with everything on it.”
“I’m here to shovel your drive, baby. Feel free to take that as the pun it’s intended to be.”
“Are my vaginal secretions acidic or something? Do they just eat through the condom?”