My Forbidden Lover's Secret Baby

ight just be Mike coming back from his booty call, although it seemed a little early for that. His ex-girlfriend, Dana, had just called about an hour ago, begging him to come ov

but then he realized the shoes didn’t sound right. If it was Mike returned home, he wouldn’t sound like he

the door behind her that she’d been drinking, although the high heeled shoes probably didn’t help any. She was gorgeous—in a tiny skirt and slinky, shimmery top. Her sandy blonde hair was piled on top of her he

idn’t bel

ends? He stood in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, his eyebrows raised, waiting for her to say something. The only

at him, her blue eyes bulging.

m, or at least thought she did. Maybe she was drunker than he thought an

steps closer to him, fiddling with one of he

not here r

e you were going to be here. Are you b

recruits. I’m sorry—wh… who are you?” He felt embarrassed for asking, since she clearly knew who he was. But for the life

e said with a laugh. “Oh, He

n. He was on his way to the guest room to go to bed when he decided he needed a drink, and his shirt had

ing her mouth this time. “It’

rl, with stringy hair and braces. Now… well, that girl was definitely gone. “Chelsea?” He sho

said, and there was something about the way the words formed on those luscious red lips that made Heat

said, his eyes dropping of their own acco

ed on his abs. Heath took a deep breath, not sure what to say,