Dad Bod Dom

I was once a god, an NFL quarterback at the top of the game, two Super Bowl wins under my belt. Now, I'm basically geriatric, starting over in second string at a new team, unable to convince my girlfriend to move across the country with me, my kids staying with their grandparents while I figure my new life out. The last thing I need is a new relationship.

Until the Manic Pixie Mid-Life Crisis Younger Girlfriend of my dreams sidles up to me at a bar. She asks why I've got a baby bird in a Dixie Cup. She calls my kids brats—but in a loving way. She gets on the stage and plays the fiddle like she's been challenged by the devil.

When I find her camping in the woods, on the run from a cult although she says they don't care that she escaped, I bring her home.

I should keep my distance. I'm supposed to be working on myself, taking a break from women to figure out who I really am, but Cadence is relentless. Immediately, I find myself testing both our boundaries with a kink so absurd it feels like a dare. I tell myself it will end here, so it doesn't matter.

Except it doesn't end.

The closer we get, the harder it is to ignore her past—why she ran, what she’s hiding, and why the shadows seem to follow her every move.

She’s in danger, and it’s not just her past forcing her away—it’s mine too.