The Falcon and the Foe

<p><strong><em>Two single dads. One huge grudge. And one tiny tent.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p>It's hard enough balancing two jobs with raising my son solo. Forget dating. I barely have time for laundry.</p><p><br></p><p>But when my son's scouting troop The Falcons needed a co-scout leader I couldn't say no. There's just one ginormous problem: the other scout leader Russ.</p><p><br></p><p>To all other parents he's #DadGoals Mr. Sexy Widower who lords over the drop off line.</p><p><br></p><p>To me? He's the bane of my picket-fenced existence - stuck up anal (not in the fun way) and definitely the person who got me booted from the Parent Teacher Association. I can't let him wrest control of The Falcons and have history repeat itself - no matter how hot he looks in his khaki uniform.</p><p><br></p><p>Thing is the more we work together the more I glimpse the caring man lurking under the cold exterior. Maybe he isn't the completely wretched human being I thought.</p><p><br></p><p>We'd both sworn off romance to focus on fatherhood and nothing's going to change that not even sharing a too-small tent in the wilderness.</p><p><br></p><p><strong><em>Right?</em></strong></p>