Prologue

PROLOGUE

Logan

Some things in life are hard, some are damn hard, and some might as well be impossible.

Snagging a dream job?

Tough, but I finagled it.

Raising a kid solo?

Anything but easy, but I must be doing something right, because mine is awesome.

But try meeting a woman when you’re in your thirties, a single dad with zero free time.

Wait. Make that a woman you like, who’s fun to talk to, and who’s not going to stab you in the back, or the spleen, or right in the heart with a jagged knife.

Now that’s a Herculean task.

I’m not sure it’s possible to find someone like that no matter who you are. You might call me jaded, but I prefer to think I’ve learned from my mistakes.

I live in the present, sure, but I don’t forget what life has taught me.

I’m careful. I’m cautious. And when it comes to my romantic life, I am as skeptical as a fact-checker, looking for hoaxes, lies, and emotional scams like it’s my job.

And that’s worked well for me.

Right up to the day I pop into a store to grab a gift for the most important person in my world. I know what I’m after. I should be in and out in a minute.

Instead, I lock eyes with the sexiest brunette I’ve ever seen.

And her hand is on the same Snoopy lunch box I want.

Game on.

Game fucking on.

I thought I knew what “tough” was. But I forgot that it’s when you assume you have life all figured out that it decides to make an ass out of you.

And I have a feeling I’m about to get schooled.