The grid’s most famous playboy just found a baby on his doorstep, and my dad decided I’m the one who has to deal with it.
Griffin Michaels has a reputation. Parties. Cameras. Women who know better and say yes anyway. I have a reputation too. The sensible daughter. The one who always cleans up the mess.
Hazel is not a mess. She’s a newborn with a powerful set of lungs and a note that says she belongs with Griffin.
I’m supposed to be getting ready for my psychology doctorate, not moving into a driver’s house because my father snapped his fingers. But I can’t afford the doctorate without him, and he knows it.
The press and the sponsors can’t find out. So my father makes it simple. I move in. I keep Hazel safe and secret.
I keep his star driver focused on the title instead of falling apart over diapers and no sleep. Griffin is everything I hate about racing drivers… until he isn’t.
Until I see the panic when Hazel cries, the way he refuses to miss a single feed, the moments he looks at me like I’m part of their tiny, accidental family.
I went in to fix a problem. Now I’m terrified of what happens when my father realizes I’ve become one.
