I’m beckoned up to New York City by my father a week after the photo shoot. I can’t help but wonder if this has something to do with the fact that every woman on the planet now thinks Lena’s my girlfriend, thanks to that picture and the accompanying article. There went my idea of picking up a woman to get Lena Boyd out of my f*****g head. Not that I have time with Annabelle. Or that most of the bunnies would mind. But I can’t have some money hungry woman threatening to tell her story to the press because I’m “engaged” and slept with her.
Everyone thinks I have this whole single dad thing under control, but truth is, I’m tired as f**k and I’m going to have to break down and hire a nanny soon. The only good thing is that Annabelle’s become an awesome sleeper over the past week, sleeping at
