Arrogant Single Dad: A Hero Club Novel by Alyse Zaftig & Hero Club

Author:Alyse Zaftig & Hero Club [Zaftig, Alyse]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cocky Hero Club, Inc.
Published: 2021-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The words hung there in the air.

“I know.” We were verging on having a conversation that was a hell of a lot harder to have than just telling him where my friends and I got our happy hour drinks.

“Do you ever think you’d move back here?”

“Honestly, if you’d asked me that a week ago, I would’ve told you hell no. But I like the pace of life in Indiana. It will feel good to see cornfields again on the way to church.” I shook my head a little. “It’s easy to get wrapped up in the busy, hectic lifestyle that I have right now. I hardly ever stop to smell the roses, but Indiana offers something that New York doesn’t. I feel like I have room to breathe here and a little less pollution. You know Hamilton County is often considered the best place to raise a family.”

“I do. It’s part of why I’m still here.”

“Annabelle has everything she needs: a dad, a yard, a house with room for her to play… she’s lucky to have you as a father.”

“Romi couldn’t settle here. She’s living in Miami now. She comes back for Christmas, but she treats Annabelle like a baby and not a toddler, if that makes sense.”

“It does. Annabelle is as cute as a button, but she is independent. I wonder where she gets that from.”

“Romi, of course.” Logan and I grinned at each other. The former captain of the basketball team had an independent streak a mile wide.

Annabelle wandered over, rubbing her eyes. “I’m tired, Daddy.” Logan checked his watch. “Oh man, that’s the time. I need to get Annabelle scrubbed up and in bed now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“No problem.” He picked up Annabelle and hustled her into her bathroom. I started to clear the plates and found some Tupperware to put the leftover meat sauce in. I wiped down the table, too. I could hear Annabelle’s giggles as she splashed in the bathtub. After washing the dishes and putting them into the drying rack, I washed my hands on one of his dish towels and looked at the kitchen. It was a dream kitchen. I could already imagine making cookies with Annabelle. Logan didn’t have a mixer, but if I were staying, I’d buy one. One of the great joys of childhood was eating raw cookie dough.

I didn’t have this kind of envy when it came to other people’s children. Maybe it was because Logan and I had been together before. I didn’t know why regret was washing over me like a wave at high tide. Logan had a cozy life full of laughter and love, even if he didn’t have a wife. What did I have left waiting for me? I had good friends, like Bianca, and I had my publishing business. But I only needed to go to in-person meetings a few times a month, and I could probably fly in for a few days each month.

I shook my head. Planning to move back to Indiana was extremely foreign to me.

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