The Pucking Bad Boy

A wild romp at a masked party should have no consequences. Save for my walk of shame the next day...all the way to labor and delivery. Seven years later I’m a single mom, writing an article on the hockey league’s biggest heartbreaker. He’s cocky, captivating, and intent on scoring… with me. I really didn’t think we would get this friendly this fast. And that’s when I recognize the unusual birthmark on his thigh. The one I noticed on my mystery man seven years ago. The same one I see on my son every single day… He has no idea who I am, and I don’t plan on telling him. But when he meets my son, something stirs behind those brooding eyes. And now, I have two hearts to protect. My son’s and my own.