I needed a role model for my son. A big brother to mentor him.
What I didn’t need was a rebellious hockey player famous for his on and off rink fights.
I should have said no.
Should have vetoed the idea the second I heard it.
But I didn’t.
Why, you ask.
Two words.
Liam. Dalton.
God’s gift to the universe, not to mention the needy spot between my legs.
I didn’t want to like him. I didn’t want his name on my lips.
But the second I heard mine on his, I couldn’t help but wonder if my son’s big brother…
…could be my big daddy.
