Cowboy Seal Daddy. Laura Marie Altom

“Friends don’t let friends hit an open bar alone.”

      “Since when do you even drink?” Logan asked Monk.

      “I drink plenty—only, since I stick with fine wines, none of you beer guzzlers ever see it.”

      The room erupted in laughs.

      Wayne slammed his locker door, escaping the crowd to let Logan handle the mess he’d created.

      Outside in the blazing sun, he gulped fresh air.

      The worst part of this whole thing was that the more he was around Paisley, the more he enjoyed her company. She was a good woman. Sweet and funny. Cute and yet still somehow sexy. She was the kind of total package that if he had been looking, he might be interested in catching. But he wasn’t. He couldn’t. He had his career to consider. His dying father. His mother.

      Plus, he’d already tried marriage once and it was a complete failure.

      In his truck, he didn’t just drive to his apartment complex, but to Paisley. For some odd reason, he craved being with her. Getting to know her. He wasn’t typically a touchy-feely guy, but for once, considering what he was going through with his dad, he’d go with it.

      With her.