Page 8 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Single Dad

I chuckled at my daughter’s antics while admiring the beautiful woman standing in front of us. She left me God damn speechless. Her long hair hung in a braid down her back, a few stray pieces around the sides.

She picked up a coffee and a muffin and beamed at the two of us. “Thank you so much. These muffins are the best in town.”

“I know, right?” Amylee responded.

“So how we are feeling about today?” Imogen asked Amylee.

Amylee spun in a circle, though a frown rest on her lips. “Happy for Willow, but a little sad for me.”

I chuckled. Oh the things my daughter said.

“It’s okay to be sad. I am a little bit too. But I bet Willow will visit. Birds remember who helped them.”

“Really?” Amylee’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “I hope so!” She jumped up and down.

“Okay, let’s get going. Everyone is waiting for us.” Imogen grabbed the bag of muffins, and I picked up the tray of drinks. We followed her to the backyard, the rest of the staff and volunteers waiting.

“Hi everyone.” Imogen said. “You remember the two amazing people who found our special Willow?”

They nodded and waved.

Another woman stepped forward. She held a cage and wore a name tag saying Barbara. “Here’s Miss sweet Willow. Are we ready to let her be free?”

Chatter erupted as we all said our goodbyes to Willow. We took turns walking over to her cage and saying a few words, wishing her well. Barbara unlocked the door to the cage, opened it, and held the cage high. “Be free, Willow!”

The small group erupted into cheers as Willow flew off into the sky. Imogen kept her eyes on me, and I grinned as I hugged my daughter close. I wouldn’t have been able to get through this without her there. And I planned on telling her just how I felt later at dinner.

After dropping Amylee off at my parent’s house to spend the night, I headed home to get ready for my date. I hadn’t spent that much time on my looks in a while, but I cleaned up well, choosing a pair of dark blue jeans and a classic black polo shirt.

I stopped at the local florist before heading to Imogen’s place. She texted me the address early and the GPS lead me up the mountain for a good ten minutes before finally pulling onto her street. It was quiet, peaceful, not many other cabins around, similar to the street I lived on with my parents.

When I pulled into her driveway, she stepped through the front door, ready to go.

I still parked and got out, hurrying over to her to offer her my arm. All I could think about was how gorgeous she looked, a tight-fitting burgundy wrap dress hugging her curves, putting them on full display. Her hair fell down her back in loose waves, and her touches of makeup enhanced her face without using too much as to steal from her natural beauty.

A light cotton candy like scent filled my nose and my dick stirred in my pants. I wanted to wrap her around me and never let go.

I pictured myself peeling her dress off, inch by inch.

“Ronin? Are you okay?”

I swallowed hard and prayed my now swollen dick wasn’t noticeable. “Sorry, yes, I’m good. You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”

I held her door open and waited until she slid inside before closing her door. I hurried over to the other side, going from behind the truck and stopping to adjust myself. Otherwise, I’d look like a teenage boy unable to control himself.

For some reason around her, I couldn’t…no matter how hard I tried.

With a steady, deep breath, I slid behind the wheel, her scent taking over once more.

This was hopeless.

I needed her. I needed her now.

I turned my head towards her and found her watching me, her eyes darkening as they fell to my lips and slid back up to my own.

My breath caught in my throat.