Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water Book 2)

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Normally I’m in bed at nine at the latest, much later and I’ll probably regret it the next day during training. At least that’s my normal bedtime when I get in my one-hour nap, which hasn’t happened a lot lately. More than once I’ve passed out at eight, my body’s way of telling me that this new schedule isn’t really working too well.

Fresh Meet: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Kings Of The Water

I saw at the hospital that her outfit wasn’t fit for a nightly moped ride, but my brain didn’t register what she was actually wearing.

Jace’s eyes are trained on Tanner, the corners of his mouth lifted in a friendly grin. “Should we read a book together, buddy?” Just like that, my opinion of Emilia changes, this whole situation bathing her in a new light that has highly swayed my first impression of her. She peeks around my body in Tanner’s room, his nightlight bright enough to see his curled-up body in his crib, his rhythmic snores oddly reassuring. Do you own anything else besides this hideous outfit?” The words leave my mouth while my brain’s still trying to reboot after my Hunter-might-actually-be-right-and-Emilia’s-sexy realization. Because, man, I’m so not okay with that. Emilia nods in understanding, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m so sorry. And now he’s with you?”

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I’m about to get up too—feeling awkward being the only one sitting—when a high-pitched shriek rings through the room. Jace shakes his head. “It is, but it’s not always this bad. I train twice a day either at the aquatic club or at the pool at Hawkins University. Usually, I come home between my sessions for lunch though. And, if possible, a nap.” Emilia closes her eyes as she enfolds him in her arms. Then she looks at me before settling her gaze on my mom. “I didn’t know he signs. You mentioned on the phone that he doesn’t talk, even though it seems like his hearing is okay.”Hunter is stretched out on one of the sofas. It’s a familiar scene, something we do as often as our demanding training schedules allow. We met during summer swim camp when we were teenagers—alongside our friends Noah and Ryan—and despite competing against each other throughout our careers, our friendship has remained tight. Here you go, buddy. Bon appétit.” I put his plate in front of him and ruffle his hair before sitting down in the chair to his right. Life as a professional swimmer comes with sacrifices, but they’ve never worried me. I’m used to life with little room for anything but training, eating, and sleeping. After clearing my voice about five times, and taking two sips of water, I swipe the button on my screen to answer the call. “Hello?”