Summer: I didn't have an outlaw's baby. Honest. I didn't run, didn't hide our son, didn't suffer alone. There's not a bastard with a gun to my head, sending me running to the bad boy I left behind. Making me lie to everyone.
Yeah, I'm full of it. Here's the truth—I'm frozen because I'm finally face-to-face with the wild, gorgeous man with the icy stare who lit me on fire three summers ago. Joker rocked me to my core, left me with a kid, and it's just a matter of time until he discovers everything.
Joker: I swore I'd never see Summer, that lying spitfire, again. I screamed, I shoved, I told her to get out, and stay out. Made myself numb so I'd forget about those lips I used to own, or having her between the sheets.
Worked like a charm 'til . . . the kid. I know he's mine. If she hates me, I don't give a damn. This baby changes everything. She ain't running anymore. Neither am I.
Contains mature themes.