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.
