Page 52 of The Single Dads Club
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
About the Book
Lexington Dane was my brother’s best friend growing up.
We did everything together.
He taught me how to throw a punch, how to change a tire ... and he taught me how to kiss. I fell hard and fast, and gave him all my firsts.
I promised I’d wait for him ...
But I’m done waiting, because he went off to college and never came back. He took his fancy business degree and moved to New York City, where he promptly became a real estate mogul—turning every penthouse and apartment project he touched into gold.
It’s been ten years, and now he’s back and needs a favor ... someone to watch his little girl. That’s right, the cocky penthouse prince and heartbreaker extraordinaire Lexington is back with an adorable two-year-old daughter. Guess who he wants to watch her?
I’ve never been able to say no to him. I might agree to be the nanny for his precious little angel, but there’s no way in hell I’m falling for her hot-as-sin daddy.
Chapter One
Lexington
I could think of about a million other things I’d rather be doing than sitting here listening to my friends bitch about the sad state of my social life.
Get a rectal exam.
Wait in line at the DMV.
Clean the toilets at the local diner after chili night.
Yeah, any of those would rank higher than hearing my friends question me about the last time I went out and did something that wasjust for me.
“Will you guys please just drop it?” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Hell no, we won’t.” Bryce smirks, taking another sip of the single-malt Scotch in front of him. I braced for whatever is going to come flying out of his mouth next. “When’s the last time you’ve been on a date?”
I hesitate, curling my hand around the glass in front of me and choosing to avoid their eyes. I knew my dating life or lack thereof would be brought up.
And to be honest, I can’t quite remember the last time I took out a woman. At least, a grown woman who wasn’t my two-year-old daughter. She and I go out together and do things all the time. Does visiting the pediatrician count? We go to the library story’s time, and we take walks in the park. Just this morning, we went to the farmers’ market together. We do plenty.
I shrug.
Devin leans forward, putting his elbows on the table. “Better question is—plug your ears, Lesley—when’s the last time you got some pussy?”
Bryce’s wife cringes but shakes her head at Devin. “You don’t have to censor yourselves on my behalf.”
Since I settled in New York a few years ago and met Bryce and Devin at my building’s gym, we became good friends and regularly meet for dinner or drinks. Bryce got married last year to his longtime girlfriend, Lesley, and now she’s a regular addition to our boys’ nights.
I heave out a sigh and rub at the sore spot on my neck. “It’s kinda difficult with a two-year-old at home.”
What they don’t understand about that, I’ll never know.
Oh yeah, it’s because neither of them has kids. There’s not so much as a pet goldfish between them.
Dumbasses.
They have no idea what my days are like. Wake up at dawn, get my baby girl ready for her day, then work my ass off to create a good life for us, then I basically drop into bed at night exhausted and pass out until my alarm goes off again. My schedule doesn’t exactly leave room to wine and dine members of the opposite sex, even if I wanted it to.
“Don’t tell me.” Devin grimaces. “You haven’t—plug your ears, Lesley—fucked anyone since the egg donor.”
