Chapters (50)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- CHAPTER ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWO PALMER
- CHAPTER THREE COLE
- CHAPTER FOUR PALMER
- CHAPTER FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER SIX PALMER
- CHAPTER SEVEN COLE
- CHAPTER EIGHT PALMER
- CHAPTER NINE PALMER
- CHAPTER TEN PALMER
- CHAPTER ELEVEN COLE
- CHAPTER TWELVE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER NINETEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE PALMER
- CHAPTER FORTY COLE
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO COLE
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE PALMER
- EPILOGUE PALMER
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’ve got to get this kid to bed. But, before that, we’re going to have a battle about taking a shower. What is it about preteen boys not wanting to shower? I just don’t understand.
Me:
I think it’s less about the shower and more about being able to exert control over your own body. I’ve actually never thought about this until now but that’s what came to mind as I remember being his age. I wanted to decide what I could do with my body. I didn’t want my mom telling me.
Palmer:
So you fought your mom about taking a shower too?
Me:
Yes, ma’am.
Palmer:
Did you also fight her about wearing a coat in the winter?
Me:
No. I didn’t want to be cold. But I do recall someone *coughs* you *coughs* that didn’t wear a jacket to practice.
Palmer:
Me:

I will see you Friday unless I run into you before that.
Palmer:
Sounds like a plan. And thanks for everything you’re doing with the boys. Ethan talks about baseball constantly. We stopped and got the glove oil you mentioned. It’s really nice to see him so excited about something.
Me:
He’s a nice kid. It’s my pleasure.
I wait for a long time to see if she responds, but she doesn’t. I wonder if she’s also staring at the word “pleasure” and comparing that with the taste of our kiss earlier today.
Me:
Good night, Palmer. Say good night to Ethan for me.
Palmer:
Good night, Cole. I will.
I slide my phone into my pocket, but I don’t move. Instead, I stand in the stillness of the country evening and think about the wild-haired woman who has captured my attention.
It occurs to me that I really know nothing about her—way less than I usually know before I have a meal with someone. Interestingly enough, I’ve had more conversations with Palmer than I usually have before a first date, but I actually know less.
Our chats are more generalized and about nothing and are less set up. Maybe that’s why I think about her all the time. This thing between us is more authentic, more organic—all happenstance.
I blow out a breath and look up. Mom is standing on the back porch, waving her hand to tell me it’s time for dinner.
Nothing is fixed and nothing is better. But the ball in my stomach is somehow a little less raw.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN PALMER
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PALMER
Why does he do this?” I growl at the computer. “He does this intentionally.”
Burt’s company credit card is on the screen. The charges are half-legit and half-bogus—I know Kirk didn’t authorize a one-hundred-dollar dinner at Texas Roadhouse.