I agreed to be a fake fiancé with my ex's estranged older brother.
And now I'm pregnant with his baby.
We started out with the most perfect arrangement.
Owen Seawright needed a wife to inherit his family's wealth and I needed money to start my own animal practice.
It was supposed to be strictly business, quid pro quo.
I wasn't supposed to fall for him. He's twice my age for crying out loud.
But being forced to live together, he went from infuriating to infuriatingly hot.
Catching him walking around in his towel, with glistening abs makes me think there's something more to this grumpy Adonis, like when he smirks at me with those boyish dimples. Man, I wanted to wipe that sh!t eating grin right off his face.
And don't even get me started on his piercing gray-blue eyes.
I just keep telling myself I will not sleep with him, I will not sleep with him, I will not sleep with him.
Well, that mantra didn't work.
Now that one mistaken night together makes me wish we were a couple, because the way he holds me in his protective arms is anything but fake.
And I'm not faking it anymore, especially now that his baby is on the way.
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