Jensen Monroe is a unicorn. As handsome as any model, as polite as can be, a goalie of unmatched skill, and the best friend anyone could ask for. But he longs for a particular special someone to make his life complete. He’s been in love with Wren since he was a teenager, but as his best friend’s sister, she’s always been off-limits.
Wren Lemiere has prided herself on being a love ’em and leave ’em girl her whole life. She’s all about equal opportunity in the battle of the sexes. Why should guys like her brother and his best friends get to be the only ones allowed to play the dating game? One wrong move, however, and she finds herself in violation of her own rules.
In need of a fake husband and baby daddy for her unexpected bundle of joy, Wren finally accepts Jensen is the logical one to ask for help. Except he has a counteroffer…one with so many strings attached, they may just find themselves wrapped up in ties that bind. Forever.
Dr. Richards laughed as Wren giggled. “Everything
is good. Come on up,” he said, helping Wren up before he patted her back. “But
we need to discuss something.”
Her
expression turned worried as she met his gaze. “Is everything okay?”
“Fine,
but looking over your chart, you had quite the weight gain from last time.
Fourteen pounds.”
Her
face flushed as she held his gaze. “Baby weight?”
“Some,
but not all. Healthy weight gain is about twenty pounds, and you’ve gained
thirty.”
She
shrugged. “Taco weight?”
He
smiled, patting her back. “Are you exercising?”
She
nodded. “I walk to the fridge?”
“I’ll
take that as a no,” he said, marking his chart. Why did she feel like he was
scolding her? “You need to get a little more active, and I’m sure your husband
won’t mind doing that with you.”
Wren
couldn’t look at Jensen, she was so embarrassed, but still, she said, “Of
course.”
“And
maybe instead of all the tacos, we have a taco salad?”
She
glared. “You’re ruining my life, doctor guy.”
He
smiled before he winked. “Just a suggestion.”
“Duly
noted.”
“Good.
So have a good trip,” he said with a grin before sliding out of the room with
only a wave and “see ya next time.”
“Well,
that sucked,” she muttered, scooting to the end of the table and getting off.
Still unable to look at Jensen, she went to pull her shirt down, but she jumped
in surprise when Jensen’s hands stopped her. When she looked up, he was staring
at her, his eyes dark as he took her belly in his hands. Bending down, his very
large body took up most of the room as he went to his knees before kissing her
belly. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she watched him.
“Hey, you, we need to back off the tacos, okay?”
She
laughed as he kissed her once more before standing and taking her face in his
hands. “And you are fucking sexy, okay? Those numbers mean nothing, except that
we’re going to go for walks in the mornings this whole trip.”
Her
eyes started to cloud with tears as she nodded. “Okay.”
“Don’t
let that bother you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“We’re
good.”
She
nodded. “We are.”
“And
I like the name Liam.”
“Liam?”
she asked as he slowly brought her shirt down over her belly. “I don’t know
about Liam.”
“I
like it, but can I tell you what I don’t like?”
Her
brow rose. “What?”
“That
doctor.”
She
laughed. “What? He’s nice!”
“He’s
too hot to be touching you, and I’m man enough to say that. We need to switch.”
She
laughed hard, and he took her hand in his as she reached for her purse. “I know
you’re not jealous.”
He
gave her a dry look. “Beyond.”
“What!
No, you’re not!”
“I
am,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Does he stick his hands inside of you a
lot?”
She
sputtered. “Many times.”
“Bullshit.
I hate him.”
“You’re
silly!”
“I
was boiling, sitting there as he touched you. I wanted to deck him.”
“You
did not!”
“I
did.”
“Like
that would bother you.”
He
set her with a look that swirled so much desire and the dirtiest thoughts
imaginable inside of her. Pulling her against him, he looked deep into her eyes,
his mouth barely away from hers as he whispered, “It bothers me just knowing
that men look at you.”
“Jensen,”
she gasped, her lips curving. “Stop lying to me.”
“I’m
not. You’re mine, woman, and that’s that.”
My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?
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