I was supposed to get money from this billionaire, not get pregnant.
Cole Breaker. The reason we’re all here. That salt-and-pepper hair, chiseled frame, and dominant presence make me feel him…all over.
He is hotter than the 4th of July. I can’t resist him. I want to be in his arms. And a few other places.
All it takes is one look in those caramel eyes, a short conversation…and some running…for us to end up alone in a nearby office.
I end up getting more than the check. And after a whirlwind weekend on Martha’s Vineyard, we seem to be figuring things out. I think we’ll be okay.
