Bonus Daddy

Jessica Mosely is the last woman I should be thinking about.She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she's back-in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She's back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He's not. He's Satan with whiskers.)I'm a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I'm twenty again-and falling harder than ever.She drags me to yoga and ropes me into karaoke. I'd do anything for her. Even drink the pickle smoothies her daughters whip up for me. Why? Because Jess makes me want to laugh louder, live messier, and risk everything for a second chance.The question is-can a grumpy cat dad really become the bonus daddy she and her girls deserve?

Jessica Mosely is the last woman I should be thinking about.She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she's back-in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She's back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He's not. He's Satan with whiskers.)I'm a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I'm twenty again-and falling harder than ever.She drags me to yoga and ropes me into karaoke. I'd do anything for her. Even drink the pickle smoothies her daughters whip up for me. Why? Because Jess makes me want to laugh louder, live messier, and risk everything for a second chance.The question is-can a grumpy cat dad really become the bonus daddy she and her girls deserve?