Coffee Shops and Condoms by Eden Winters

“I don’t see how his well-being is my concern, since he obviously wants nothing to do with me.” I pulled my bitterness tightly around me. I’d stopped giving a damn (or pretended to) the moment Bob’s other father had waltzed out of my life, giving up a comfortable life with me to go find himself or some such. He’s just… not really happy these days, I guess. Something flickered in Bob’s blue eyes, hidden when he shifted his gaze to stare down at the table. Even with my hardhearted reputation in a courtroom, I’d never say those words to my child. Anyone else I’d tell to go fuck themselves. “And why should I?” I huffed a breath into my tea to hide my agitation. “Just go see Daddy, okay?” Bobby, excuse me, Bob (can’t have a doctor named “Bobby,” now can we? Though to me he’ll always be Little Bobby) stared at me with the same puppy dog eyes once employed to con me out of cookies. Starr, Will Parkinson, and John, who helped form the incoherent thoughts in my head into a readable story. Love and hugs to my amazing creative team: Feliz Faber, P.D. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission of the author, except as brief quotations as in the case of reviews. What You Can’t Live Without ©2011, 2017 by Eden WintersĪll rights reserved. The Boy Under the Bridge ©2011 by Eden Winters Same Time Next Year ©2011, 2013 by Eden Winters

Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental.Ĭoffee Shops and Condoms ©2014 by Eden Winters It is intended for mature readers only, of legal age to possess such material in their area. This book contains adult language and themes, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts which some may find offensive.

Coffee Shops and Condoms by Eden Winters