One hot night with a bearded bartender. Two pink lines. And a glow-in-the-dark Easter egg hunt that might just break me.
I moved back to my hometown, a retired model with zero life plan.
I definitely didn’t expect to end up pregnant after a no-strings night with a bartender with sinfully skilled hands.
Now I’m navigating pregnancy hormones, our small town Matchmaking Brigade convinced we’re “destined,” and a flannel-wrapped man who’s weirdly excited about diaper duty.
I left me glamorous life behind to escape the chaos.
Not to fall for a small town guy who brings me pickles at midnight and looks at me like I’m still the most beautiful woman alive. Baby bump and all.
Levi’s all-in.
But this jaded ex-model’s heart?
Forgot it was supposed to be bulletproof.
