Two single dads. One huge grudge. And one tiny tent.
It’s hard enough balancing two jobs with raising my son solo. Forget dating. I barely have time for laundry.
But when my son’s scouting troop The Falcons needed a co-scout leader, I couldn’t say no. There’s just one ginormous problem: the other scout leader Russ.
To all other parents, he’s #DadGoals, Mr. Sexy Widower who lords over the drop off line.
To me? He’s the bane of my existence - stuck up, anal (not in the fun way), and definitely the person who got me booted from the Parent Teacher Association. I can’t let him wrest control of The Falcons and have history repeat itself - no matter how hot he looks in his uniform.
Thing is, the more we work together, the more I glimpse the caring man lurking under the cold exterior. Maybe he isn’t the completely wretched human being I thought.
We’d both sworn off romance to focus on fatherhood. Nothing’s going to change that, not even sharing a too-small tent in the wilderness. Right?
A.J. Truman is a gay man living in Indiana He writes queer romantic comedies about witty guys falling into bed and falling in love -- usually in that order. What else does a story need? He loves spending time with his family and occasionally sneaking off for an afternoon movie.View all by A.J. Truman
