One evening and my entire life completely jumped the tracks. Actually, a pack of expired condoms do that-the remaining evening was fairly amazing. Open club at a friend’s wedding. Bad dancing throughout. Stupid trivia bets with my fellow Glaciers Knights hockey teammates. And Tess Gardner. The factoid-blurting, fandom-T-shirt-wearing, no-I-don’t-want-a-relationship-with-you female makes me neglect for one night that I’m a man with a regular and my future all mapped out. Still, it sucked she left our area about AWK-WEIRD: A Sizzling Hockey Romantic Humor without giving me her amount. Fast ahead to when she songs me down and informs me I’m going to be considered a daddy. Jaw meet floor. Now I’ve insisted that she and our little peach pit move in beside me after her apartment floods. She agrees so long as there is no funny business, no shotgun weddings, and no even more nights spent naked together. Seems easy enough. I was prepared for the late-night works to get more pickles and peanut butter, but I wasn’t ready for Tess. She’s such as a glitter rainbow sparkling in the middle of my all-neutrals home, messing up my rigid routine and turning my globe upside down. The actual hell do we do next?