I'd brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little.

Then he'd walked out, and I'd chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand.

Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future.

And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job.

And whose company was I working for?

Jordan. Jordan O'Keith.

The man who'd I'd brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn't recognized...

And the man who was my father's arch enemy.