"I think... I think I was so in love with the idea of saving myself that I didn't realize I was letting myself drown. "

"And now?"

"And now you're my lifeboat."


It was only meant to be a favour. Only meant to be for a few weeks. 

Yet when Stryker Odello finds himself a Daddy for a scarred little boy, he finds the darkness that swamped his life cracking and splits of light shining through.

High functioning alcoholic at best, meeting the needs of the little proved more challenging than he first anticipated. 

Broken and distrustful, getting through to Jamie Sinclair was a hard feat.

Both damaged from the past, hurt and cautious, could they learn to let go and figure out how to love again? 

Or was life's only joy to direct a tragedy?

His Little Boy

/"Don't be rude,/" she snarled, jabbing a finger in his face. The large rock on her finger glistened in the leaking sunlight, the sure sign that she had gone through with her plans and divorced her latest husband and was quickly on the path to bagging husband number five. /"I'm just telling you how it is. It's not my fault you can't please a man./"

/"No. You're just being a bitch, like you always are./"

Heads turned. The sound seemed to silence the diner. Jamie's alarmed gasp rang out. Stryker's hand shakily rose to his burning cheek.

He tried to speak but by the way his words trapped and stumbled in his throat, cheeks heating and eyes burning, he gave up before he made a fool of himself. He feared he would do something pathetic like cry if he tried to force it.

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