Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

Did they not see me pulling out?

I got out of my car and pulled Lily’s door open. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and I leaned in to kiss them away. I wiped away her tears and checked her body, making sure there really was nothing wrong with her.

But not before I heard a rumbling voice behind me.

“Really?” he asked.

I stood up from my car and studied the man in front of me. I recognized him from the brief times I’d seen him outside of his place. It was my neighbor that the town couldn’t shut up about.

I watched his eyes study his truck. His hand ran lightly over the dent I’d created with my taillight. I saw his jaw clenching with anger, but he wasn’t turning his anger on me.

What was with this guy?

His eyes were filled with a familiar sense of emotion, a type of hurt mixed with anger I’d seen in my own eyes every time I looked in the mirror. His fingers drifted over his truck, almost like he was comforting it during its time of need.

The truck must’ve meant something to him, and it made me feel even more like crap for hitting it.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

Even if he could hear me, he didn’t acknowledge that he could.

“I’ll pay for it. Whatever it takes. If you want me to call someone, I know a guy downtown who can come and—”

“No thanks. It’s fine,” the man said.

He raised up from his truck, and I got to take in just how tall he was. He was massive. And stacked. Strong underneath his clothing and stern behind his gaze. I felt like I was shrinking in front of him, reduced to nothing

but the size of an ant as he gazed down at me.

He was an incredibly handsome guy with thick shoulders and a well-trimmed beard. His dark hair was cut casually, and his eyes were a deep, probing blue. He had an air of confidence about him that I found both intriguing and also a little intimidating.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “My daughter was kicking the back of my seat and I thought I checked properly before I pulled out.”

“Came out quick,” he said.

“I’m … sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“Because I am,” I said.

He nodded, casting his gaze off into the distance before his eyes came down to my car.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I can fix it.”

“Are you a mechanic?” I asked.

“No. Your car’s worse off anyway. You’ll need your own money to fix it.”

My eyes fell to the damage done to my car. The taillight was busted, and the fender was bent. Very bent. Almost popping away from the body of the car kind of bent. Just what I needed on top of everything else.

“Looks like it,” I said.

“Your girl. Is she okay?”

I looked up at him before my eyes fell to Lily. She was turned around in her car seat, her eyes looking at the massive man I was talking to. Her eyes darted to me, and she grinned, sat down in her seat, and started wiggling around.

“Looks like it,” I said.