I was never supposed to see my five-minute, bar-bathroom, one-night stand fling ever again. Of course she’s the mother to some kid I’m stuck coaching hockey. (Don’t ask how I ended up coaching – and owning – a youth hockey team.) So now I have to deal with this single mother every single day. She’s got as much attitude as she has curves and beauty. I know one way to help her calm down a little. Continuing the bathroom-bar-fling is one thing. Becoming something of a father-figure to her son and a family man? That I never saw coming.