Divorced. Can’t have kids. About to get fired…
Life can’t get any worse.
Until I break into a male underwear model’s mansion.
I was supposed to get one photo and get out.
Instead, Zane Calloway caught me.
Carved abs. Tight swim shorts. And the kind of sex appeal that should come with a warning label.
He broke my camera.
Then took me to seventh heaven in his hot tub. Twice.
The next morning, we’re a front-page scandal.
His solution? Pretend it’s real.
Rebuild his image. Save my job.
It should have been easy.
Until the fake kisses stop feeling fake.
Until I start wanting things I can’t have.
Like him.
Like a family.
Then there’s a knock at the door…
And neither of us is prepared for the shocking surprise waiting on the other side…
Someone just left a baby on our doorstep.