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Where There’s A Will
By Anna Sparrows

Dads & Adagese, Book 1

…There’s A Way.

Connor and Will are at vastly different points in their lives.

At 32, Connor Stark’s life is pretty great. With a handsome boyfriend, a thriving business as an Events Coordinator, and a vibrant social life set against the stunning backdrop of Australia’s Gold Coast, he has very few complaints. Hell, he even has eye candy in the form of his uniformed silver fox upstairs neighbour, not that he’d ever do anything more than perv on the guy.

Then one day tragedy strikes, and Connor is thrust into single parenthood as he is handed a newborn baby and what feels like zero lifelines.

Meanwhile, at 49, perpetually single firefighter Will Bradford’s life is also pretty great. Though his hair might be more silver than brown these days, he has a rewarding job, amazing grown-up kids, and an adorable downstairs neighbour he probably shouldn’t be checking out as often as he does. So sue him; he’s only human.

When Connor’s life is turned upside down overnight, Will finds himself helping the younger man navigate his new reality. He has no intention of falling butt over teakettle for Connor or his kid, but somehow it happens anyway.

With Connor a broken man, and Will concerned about restarting the whole parenting gig from scratch, how can they make a relationship work, especially when life seems intent on throwing even more hurdles their way?

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I lurch up into a sudden seated position in bed, clutching my chest to calm my rapidly beating heart. I’m disoriented and confused for a moment, because I can’t hear Vicky crying and I don’t remember putting her to bed. A look into the empty bassinet beside the bed has me flinging myself off the mattress and racing for the door.

I’ve lost the baby. I can only hope that I put her down in her cot in my sleep deprived state and that I haven’t left her to smother herself on the couch, or on a pillow, or…or…

My increasingly morbid thoughts screech to a halt when I discover that her cot is empty and then they start up even worse than before. I race into the living room, tears already threatening to spill over at the fear of what I’ll find, and then I skid to a stop behind the couch.

There, on the comfy armchair, reclining with his feet up, is Will. He’s fast asleep, and so is Vicky, curled up on her belly beneath his chin, his big arms keeping her securely in place.

Last night’s events come flooding back to me in a rush, and I could weep with both relief and shame. Regardless of what Will said last night, I feel like I failed my first big test as a parent. I panicked when my kid needed me to stay calm, and if I hadn’t given in and gone to find Will, I have no idea what I would have done. I might be a man in my thirties, but he’s the adultier adult. I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to thank him enough for taking charge and looking after both Vicky and me last night.

I slowly make my way around the couch and carefully lower myself onto its still uncomfortable surface, my eyes never leaving the extremely attractive man across from me. With the adrenaline from this morning’s shock fading, I start to notice details.

Just little details.

Like the fact that my super hot neighbour is shirtless.

Yeah.

Totally tiny, itsy-bitsy, completely insignificant details.

Will’s broad chest is still firm and toned, which isn’t exactly a surprise. His t-shirts are usually quite snug, after all. The slightly tanned skin is home to a light carpet of dark hair smattered with grey and silver. It stretches over his pecs beneath the curled form of my sleeping daughter, then tapers down towards the far-too-sexy V of his hips. It’s like an arrow of deliciousness, pointing to those sinful abs and lower still, to whatever treasures lie beneath the low-slung waistband of his thin cotton pyjama pants.

I force my eyes back up towards his face again, feeling my own expression soften. He’s such a handsome man and there’s something special in getting to see him like this, vulnerable and unguarded in sleep.

Not to mention the way it makes my heart flip to see him sleeping with my baby on his chest. That, more than anything, has my crush spiralling dangerously further into actual feelings. Feelings that scare me. Feelings that shouldn’t be possible after only really knowing the man for a month or so. Feelings that he can’t possibly reciprocate. Not when he’s seen what a mess I am. When he witnessed the absolute destruction of my last relationship. When it would mean having to seriously consider having a baby in his life again. Not to mention the fact that I’m only a few years older than his sons. Would that be too weird for him?

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