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Everyone has a plan.
Dr. Guy Hunter secures his dream fellowship with a beautiful free spirit by his side.
Two unexpected blue lines don't even shake his resolve—he is on his way to having
it all. Until he isn’t.
Abruption: a sudden breaking off
Jules Chiappetti loves her boisterous over-involved Italian family but is determined
to pave her own way. An MBA and boardroom job is her ticket out. Until it isn’t.
Abruption: an unexpected event
Four years later, Guy is consumed by the challenges of being a single father, still
struggling with the aftermath that derailed his life and left his son with special
needs. He doesn't realize his world went dark the same day his wife's did, until Jules,
his son's new nurse, shows him the light.
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I was the selfish bastard acting as if I was the only one taking a risk. The same
scenario had played out in my mind and it was the reason I avoided dating all these
years. I find a woman that’s into me, accepts my kids. Finn and Max get attached and
then she realizes she didn’t sign up for insta-family. It was never worth putting my
kids through the disappointment they had enough shit luck with their own mother.
But what if a woman truly fell for me and the kids and I was the one to walk away?
What if I bailed? In the end Finn and Max would always be mine, always be with me.
Where would that leave a woman like that?
Jules was a woman like that.
She wasn’t most women.
Fuck, her risk suddenly seemed greater.
Bringing me back to the reason I was a selfish bastard.
Without hesitation, I nuzzled back into the same position against her neck
but this time I wrapped my arms around her center and pulled her against my chest.
I needed to make this right. I wanted her to feel my heart racing. “How about we
take our time and give each other the chance to say yes. Just give me the heads up
whenever we need that minute. Yeah?”
Her arms tightened over mine. “Yeah.”
I kissed my now favorite spot on her neck again then said, “Now how about
we eat some breakfast beautiful, so you can shower and we can start our weekend.
Or is there a minimum hour before you take off your slippers that I should know
about?” She moved so we were face-to-face, her eyes now honey caramel. Damn she
“They’re not slippers, they’re Uggs.”
And definitely not most women.