Everyone knows my criminal past. It’s why Hazel Spencer hates me. Might also be why she tore off my clothes and climbed me like a tree. Hey, no judgment.
I still can’t forget how she melted in my arms. Turns out Hazel can’t forget, either, but for different reasons.
Our mind-blowing bang in her mansion’s foyer left our small town’s famed ice queen knocked up. It’s a shock to us both, but the truth?
There are worse things than having a baby with a smart, sexy woman I like. A woman who zings from “come hither” to “get lost” so fast my head spins. Can’t really blame her.
Hazel’s dad messed her up good. The prick earned his own prison jumpsuit and the ire of the Spencer-King family. And family matters to Hazel. It’s how I know she’ll be a great mom.
And I’m hellbent to prove I’m daddy material. A guy who can handle crib building fiascos and baby announcements gone comically bad. A guy who can make Hazel roar with unladylike laughter.
Someone who sees that behind Hazel’s cool front, she’s secretly tender. I just need her to trust I can give her the family she’s wished for. If she’ll only let go of my not-so-hot past.
