![]() ![]() Trent Lawson strode toward the gate, all dark swagger and don’t-give-a-shit attitude, even though there were at least fifteen signs asking parents to stay in their cars and their children would be escorted out. My head spun and my knees knocked, my mouth going dry. That seething intensity flashed through the air. “There he is! There he is!” The child started jumping up and down and waving his hand in the air. He straightened to his full, menacing height. The man climbed from the driver’s seat of the flashy car that I wouldn’t have thought would fit him at all but somehow right then looked like the perfect accent piece. Something I didn’t understand, but something I should fear. This unsettled feeling that something was coming. With the man, I was sure they were one and the same. The way shock blanched his unbearably gorgeous face before his jaw clenched in what appeared hatred. If this was some kind of cruel, sick joke or if I’d just done something really terrible in another life and this was my punishment.īecause there was no mistaking the smoldering eyes staring me down through the windshield where he came to a stop at the curb. ![]() ![]() “Speaking of hot guys…” She angled her head in the direction of a white Porsche Panamera that pulled into the parent pick-up line on the other side of the wrought-iron fence. A Single-Dad, Enemies-to-Lovers Romance from A.L. ![]()
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