It was supposed to be a one-night stand.
Until I missed a period, and then two . . . Yeah. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby.
I don’t know his name. I don’t even know what he looks like. The secret club where we met was dark, and he was wearing a mask.
That night, I surrendered to his commanding voice and hot, dominant touch . . . and then he showed me his true colors.
I’ll probably never see him again. After what happened, I don’t want to see him again.
But three years later, he storms back into my life.
He shows up like just another one of my brother’s dinner guests, then he corners me. He tells me he knows my secret.
That’s when I recognize those green eyes. Those chiseled features. That big . . . ego.
The pure, unbridled desire in his gaze makes me want to give in. I want him to tie me up, blindfold me, and . . .
No. It would be wrong. Reckless. How can I trust him, after what he did that night?
But he says he’s not going anywhere. He says he’s been looking all over for me. Now that he’s found me and the baby, he wants us to be a family.
