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I won’t even think about claiming my daughter’s best friend.
It won’t even cross my mind.
I mean. The chances of a younger girl like her with an older guy like me?
Oh? Abby’s not home yet, is that so? And she might be called away at any moment even when she does get here?
I’m starting to like the sound of thissleepover.
If only there was a way I could spend more time alone with her best friend, Jen, though.
If only there was a way I could have her sleepover with me.
And on a permanent basis….
Forever.
*Sleepover with My Best Friend’s Dadis an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTERONE
Jen
“That’s great, Abs, really is…,” I tell my best friend. Doing my best not to sound heartbroken at her ‘good news.’
Trying my best to be happy for her instead of feeling like our plans have been ruined.
“…I know! They said they’d let me knowASAP, but when…I mean,ifthey call. I have to be ready to leave within the hour. Flying out toNew fucking York!Can you believe it?” she squeals down the phone at me so loud I have to hold it away from my ear.
Drowning out the sound of heavy city traffic mixed with the car stereo, Abby’s super excited she’s been short-listed to fill in for a dance company member who sprained their ankle.
And no. No, I can’t believe it. This weekend especially. It was supposed to be our time together.
Abby is a dancer. She studied it at college while I missed her like hell and tried not to go insane living at home with my mom. Working at the local diner so we could and can still make ends meet.
Abs has worked so hard, too, just her bestie wasn’t able to go to college with her.
And this short-list thing could be her foot in the door. The big break she needs.
But she’s on theshort-list. Meaning: ‘Don’t call us, we’ll call you.’
And with only an hour’s notice, by the looks of it.
Sounds serious.
Andhowexactly is that supposed to be good news? For me, though, I mean.
I know it sounds selfish, but I haven’t caught up with Abby properly since she came home from college.
This girl’s weekend was supposed to be just us like it used to be.
“Does that mean…?” I ask with a grimace, and only when I can get a word in once Abby stops for air.
