Page 4 of Scouting the Single Dad

Yes, it can be overwhelming but most of the hard work is already done, Fall Fest is an annual, well run ship! Trust me. All you technically have to do is make sure all the same vendors are on board and have the date, time, blah blah blah . . .

Me:

It’s the blah blah blah that’s worrying me.

A spaceship or time machine to transport me to a new dimension.

Annabelle:

Girl, relax. Take a deep breath.

Me:

Please tell me you have some secret playbook? A list? A Pinterest board? A magic wand? A football player that might be willing to help me out for free publicity?

Wink, wink.

Annabelle:

LOL Callum might know someone but I would have to ask. Give me some more information and maybe one of his friends would be willing to

She sends the unfinished message.

Stops typing.

Then.

Three dots appear as I suck in my breath.

They disappear.

I nearly hyperventilate.

Me:

Annabelle I swear to God Do Not Leave Me Hanging.

Another few minutes pass before finally, her reply dings.

Annabelle:

Okay, so Callum says Hayes Fielder owes him a favor. Big time . . .

I have no idea who Hayes Fielder is, but if he can help me draw a crowd, he’ll be my new best friend.

Another message pops up: He has a bad attitude, though.

Whatever that means, I can handle it.

Annabelle:

He may be a handful, but he has the Sweetest daughter. You’ll love her. Everyone does. Trust me, behind that grumpy facade, he’s a good dude.

Me:

Daughter? I’m not getting roped into babysitting a six-foot-something football player And his kid.

Annabelle: