Speak of the Devil

The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . .

My soon-to-be ex-husband.

Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever. Figures.

Sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much, he returns the divorce papers I sent him—still unsigned—and makes a request of his own.

One more night, for old times' sake.

He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me.

It’s time to move on.

So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days.

When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together.