Page 109 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

Yeah. I was a sucker for a guy who knew how to take care of a baby. And lucky enough for me, I had three of them.

Shay and I watched the twins until Harper came home and took over at five. “We can stay and help longer,” I told him. “Give you a chance to change and take a breather.”

“I’m good,” he replied while taking Ariel from my arms. “Besides, don’t you two have that showing to look at?”

“I told them a time range we would stop by,” I replied. “It can wait a little longer.”

Shay glanced at his watch. “That is true, but I want to make sure we finish the showing in time to go to Bran’s baseball practice. Jordan said he’s going to practice pitching tonight.”

“Oh, right!” I said. “Let’s go.”

Halfway to the showing, I glanced over at Shay. “Do you really care about baseball practice, or did you want to make sure we had plenty of time at the showing for another reason?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” Shay replied, deadpan. “I’m interested in purchasing this house. I don’t want to feel rushed while we’re checking it out.”

“Of course. It has nothing to do with the fact that the last home we looked at, you shoved me into the master closet, hiked up my skirt, and made me come so hard I cracked one of the shelves.”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant, your honor,” Shay said.

“And how the showing beforethat, at the cute little ranch-style house, you pushed me onto my knees and came down my throat.”

A tiny smile touched his lips. “You’re the one who got down on your knees and pulled my dick out, if I recall.”

“Regardless of intentions,” I said, “I think you’re going to like this one.”

“What makes you say that?” Shay asked.

Shay had changed his priorities over the past month—instead of looking at condos, he was searching for a single-family house to buy and rent out. It was more profitable when you didn’t have a monthly building fee to pay, he had told me. Secretly, I suspected he just wanted to fuck me in a different variety of houses.

I didn’t mind.

“The location is great.” I pointed out my window as we drove by a park. “It’s within two blocks of this park, and another one to the west. The interior isfantastic—an open layout that allows the kitchen to flow right into the living room. It has a second-story balcony off the primary bedroom, overlooking the backyard. There’s so much space, it makes me wish I could buy it, though I obviously don’t need four bedrooms. This neighborhood isn’t in a great school district, but that means it’s priced to move. That school district might limit your pool of potential renters, but I still don’t think you’ll have trouble finding a tenant.”

I pulled up in front of the house. With the flawlessly-manicured lawn and white picket fence, it reallywasperfect. A gem of a home in the current market.

“That’s good to hear,” Shay replied. “But I don’t think I’m going to rent this one out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as we got out of my minivan.

That’s when I noticed the car across the street. It looked just like Lucas’s Nissan. And the truck behind it…

“Wait a minute,” I said. “Are Jordan and Lucas here?”

I heard a shout coming from the back of the house, familiar in so many ways. I hurried through the fence gate and went around the side of the house to the backyard. Jordan and Bran were standing thirty feet apart, tossing a baseball back and forth.

“You have to wait until you’re older,” Jordan was telling my son.

“But I want to learnnow.”

“It’ll mess up your arm. Trust me.”

“You promise to teach me when I’m older?” Bran asked.

Jordan nodded. “When you’re old enough, I’ll teach you how to throw a curveball,anda cutter.”

“Excuse me?” I interrupted. “What are you two doing here?”

“What’s it look like?” Jordan replied. “We’re playing catch.”

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