How did I go from arguing
with a grumpy single dad to
wanting to marry him?
He was the PTA tyrant who made my first week in La Jolla feel like combat. Every meeting ended in fireworks, every glance a silent dare.
I was supposed to enhance his daughter's school, not fall for the man who runs a restaurant like a combat unit, and melts into a softie when his daughter smiles.
Then came the night my blind date didn't show - at his restaurant, of all places.
He bought me dinner instead of allowing me embarrassment. Ate with me as if he were my date. That's when everything cracked.
Suddenly, I'm helping with bake sales, teaching his daughter to surf, and watching him laugh again.
Somewhere between his chaos and my lesson plans, I fall hard. Then it hits.
Grief runs deep, and fear hits harder. When he lets me leave, for his daughter's sake, I realize the worst thing isn't losing my job with the school.
It's losing the family I never meant to find.
