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made for TV movies, and he’s loaded on top of everything else.
    That alone made my stomach hurt. I am so not the type of girl that a hot multi-billionaire would go for, especially not with my baggage. So something else had to be at play here, I just haven’t put my finger on it yet.
    But he seems so genuine, so sincere, and the boys already like him, not to mention what he makes me feel when he touches me.
    But I can’t give into this I have to be responsible. Maybe if I’d met him before. No, I can’t start thinking like that either. Next thing you know I’d be resenting my boys and I will never be guilty of that.
    "I can see that mind of yours working overtime over there, that's okay. Go ahead and work this shit out in your head, but don't forget what I said.
    No matter where you go in your head, we're doing this, the sooner the better. Those two back there need a dad and I'm the man for the job."
    "Brett be serous now, is this some kind of joke? I mean you seem too old for college pranks, so what exactly is going on here?" He looked back at the boys who were finally winding down.
    "Let's get them home and settled, this conversation needs to be away from prying eyes and ears." He made a U-turn and headed back in the opposite direction.
    I was on pins and needles wondering what he was going to come up with next. I could barely keep up. He seemed to have only one speed, which I should be used to by now after running around behind the boys for the past couple of years.
    But this speed was entirely different, there was a lot more at stake here than a scraped knee from a fall.
    I have no experience with men, my one failed attempt at a relationship had ended with me being pregnant at a young age and left holding the bag.
    After the fear and self-loathing had passed in about month seven of my pregnancy, I had sat down at worked out the rest of my life.
    By then I had already learned that I was expecting not one but two kids and that my life was forever changed.
    Adoption was never an option, as hard as I knew things were going to be, I couldn’t bear a part of me living somewhere else in the world never knowing that I existed.
    This, what was going on here, was not part of my plan, no. My plan consisted of me working hard for the next few years and socking away as much as I could so that when the boys were in school, I could go back myself.
    That’s why we lived in the not so nice part of town and bought store brand everything. The restaurant did pretty good business and my tips were enough.
    That’s why I put up with the crap from the day supervisor. I always kept my goals in front of me, so that way, no matter how hard the day might be, I knew that I was one step closer to a better life.
    I checked on my boys to see what they were up to. I have to admit he did have a way with my monsters, but that in no way meant he was right for me.
    And that other thing, that was just a fluke, just me being hard up I guess. Those two things together were not enough for people to be making or accepting marriage proposals.
    I snuck a look at him out the corner of my eye. He looked normal enough; in fact he wasn’t even breaking a sweat after asking a complete stranger to marry him.
    Maybe this was just something he did, one of those playboy types that you see on true crime shows, a serial dater, or worst yet, a bigamist.
    None of that fit though, but I was still sure there had to be something else going on here other than what he was trying to sell me.
    I can understand a guy trying to get into my pants, but I couldn’t seriously believe that anyone would be willing to take on my boys and me, and especially not after just one day.
    But what if he was being truthful, as farfetched as it seemed? And what if he wasn’t?
    I was afraid to believe or hope that anything could possibly come of it. We’ll go back to the apartment and he’ll probably try to get me into bed.
    As soon as I turn him down he’ll be gone and that will be the end