That Love: A Single Dad Sports Romance (That Boy® Book 4)

“That kiss was like a freaking fairy tale,” Jennifer blurts out the second our lips part.

And I have to agree with her. I’ve kissed a lot of girls, but I’ve never experienced anything quite like this. Not this crazy, instant connection.

I’ve definitely experienced lust at first sight—but love at first kiss?

“I’ll be honest,” she continues. “I was hoping to come out here for a quick roll in the sand ’cause you’re hot and I’m tipsy, but, fuck, what am I supposed to do with you now, Danny Diamond?”

I smirk. Lord help me, I can think of so many things I’d like her to do to me. Except … I can’t.

“As much as I’m dying to know the answer to that, I’m married,” I reply, holding up my left hand in response, the wedding ring on my finger feeling like it’s burning a mark into my skin. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should not be on the beach with this girl. I shouldn’t have even let it go this far.

But Jennifer Edwards is funny and blunt and adorable. We’ve been laughing our asses off since the moment we were introduced at the party.

I think about my daughter—specifically, my wife’s threats to take her away from me if I ever stray.

Jennifer must see the internal struggle in my eyes. She runs her hand down my arm and says coyly, “If you can’t promise forever, just promise tonight.”

I suck in a deep breath, trying to slow down the hormones raging in my body. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I should probably get back to the party.”

“Oh, fine,” she says, rolling her gorgeous eyes up toward the moon. “We’ll just talk. Hang out. I love talking to you. And I swear, I won’t even try to kiss you again.” She kicks water toward me and says with a laugh, “At least, not tonight.”