Prologue
PROLOGUE
Logan
Some things in life are hard, some are damn hard, and some might as well be impossible.
Snagging a dream job?
Tough, but I finagled it.
Raising a kid solo?
Anything but easy, but I must be doing something right, because mine is awesome.
But try meeting a woman when you’re in your thirties, a single dad with zero free time.
Wait. Make that a woman you like, who’s fun to talk to, and who’s not going to stab you in the back, or the spleen, or right in the heart with a jagged knife.
Now that’s a Herculean task.
I’m not sure it’s possible to find someone like that no matter who you are. You might call me jaded, but I prefer to think I’ve learned from my mistakes.
I live in the present, sure, but I don’t forget what life has taught me.
I’m careful. I’m cautious. And when it comes to my romantic life, I am as skeptical as a fact-checker, looking for hoaxes, lies, and emotional scams like it’s my job.
And that’s worked well for me.
Right up to the day I pop into a store to grab a gift for the most important person in my world. I know what I’m after. I should be in and out in a minute.
Instead, I lock eyes with the sexiest brunette I’ve ever seen.
And her hand is on the same Snoopy lunch box I want.
Game on.
Game fucking on.
I thought I knew what “tough” was. But I forgot that it’s when you assume you have life all figured out that it decides to make an ass out of you.
And I have a feeling I’m about to get schooled.