Page 7 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Single Dad

I rested my hand on his. “Amylee, would you like to help us set Willow free in the morning?”

“Yes! Oh my God, yes, please! Can I, daddy? Please? Can I?”

Ronin hugged his daughter. “Of course. We wouldn’t miss it.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Ronin

The sound of her voice made my heart race. But when I saw her for the first time, it was over for me. She was the one.

I just hadn’t believed it yet. Especially when she said she wasn’t the one on the phone.

Yet every time we went to the sanctuary, I prayed she’d be there and I’d have a chance to be close to her.

Why?

Because she made my heart beat in a way no woman had ever before.

Despite her words, I had a feeling I was right about her being the one I called by mistake. There was no way two woman made me feel such an impossible feeling.

And honestly, I couldn’t believe any of it. How could meeting one person change your life so completely?

When she revealed she did lie, I couldn’t blame her. I was an asshole. I doubted I would’ve wanted to know me either.

To my surprise, she still said yes to a date. I couldn’t wait.

Amylee and I arrived at the rescue center early that Saturday morning, excited and eager to see Willow released.

“Do you think she’ll visit us, daddy? Like in our backyard?”

“I think she will. She’ll remember who nursed her back to health.”

“I think so too. So we have to make sure we put the bird feeder out when we get home.”

“Yes, don’t let me forget.”

“I still feel a little sad.”

I reached over and rubbed her arm. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s normal. You’ll miss her.”

Amylee nodded her head and swiped a tear away. My poor baby.

We carried in a tray of coffees and muffins for the staff and set them down on the front desk where Joelle sat.

Her eyes widened. “Wow, for us? You two are such sweethearts!” She burst into a smile and insisted on giving us each a hug. “Let me call for the others. They’ll want one of those muffins.”

My daughter managed a small smile and held up her own bag. “So yummy!”

“Aren’t they?” Joelle beamed as she picked up the phone and paged a few other volunteers.

There was only one I wanted to see.

And when she walked out, in jeans and a tight V-neck shirt hugging her ample curves, I was blown away by her beauty once again.

“Hi you two! You brought presents?”

“Yes!” Amylee smiled even wider and pointed to the box. “Muffins! And yucky grown-up coffee.”