[ okay, as I said, I had no idea where this book was going. but as I write, it is so clearly just a scott romance fic and a dad tyler fic. my girl is not taking his ass back. so, if you're here for tyler romance and endgame, you can leave and I won't hate you for it. you're so valid, and I'm sorry for misleading you. but if you stay, his character development will be chef's kiss, I promise
should I take his name out of the title or leave it since we're still gonna get lots of dad content? lmk what you think ]
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YOU WERE WEARING MY SWEATSHIRT.
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TYLER OWENS' EYES WERE GLUED TO A SEEMINGLY PERFECT ASS IN A TIGHT PAIR OF JEANS as a woman leaned over the bed of a white truck, fiddling with the PAR system he wasn't all that familiar with.
"Got a new friend, I see. Didn't catch you yesterday, Sweetheart," he said with a smirk on his handsome face. "What's your name?"
He didn't see how she tensed up, but he noticed she didn't face him right away, figuring that she was focused more on her work than him.
Of course, Blake was just prolonging the inevitable while also contemplating just getting in the truck and driving off. That idea sounded so good right now, but Javi just had to ruin it.
She'd never even told her cousin the name of Emma Grace's father.
"Meet our other chief engineer," Javi said, dragging Blake away from the PAR, who wanted the ground to swallow her whole. "This is—"
"Blake?"
Slowly, starting at his fancy cowboy boots, Blake's eyes panned up his body, taking in his worn Levi's and the red flannel that he wore, the sleeves rolled up and showing off strong forearms. And on his face that was just as handsome as she remembered was the most shocked expression she'd ever seen. He was pale, his mouth hanging open like a dumbass.
It wasn't even Tyler that said her name. It was Boone, who tilted his head in confusion, also recognizing the girl.
Blake awkwardly cut her eyes to Boone, forcing a tight smile. "Hi again, Boone." Then she looked back at Tyler, a guarded look in her eyes. "Tyler."
At hearing her say his name so softly, Tyler snapped out of it, taking a step closer. "Blake?" he asked in a raspy tone, his mouth painfully dry.
"Yeah," she said stiffly, looking away from him. But not at any of the others — she didn't really want to be surrounded by any of the four men at the moment. Well, maybe not Boone, who was harmless and nice to her.
