You’ve Got to Be Kidding

The last time I saw my baby daddy, we were in the backseat of a limo at his brother’s wedding.
Making magic—or a kiddo.
No judging. There was a lot of liquor involved and the man is a god.
He passed out before I could tell him my name, but payback is hell.
I stole his pants for good measure. I’m sure he enjoyed that.
It was supposed to be one night of fun.
Just one night of being the crazy, free girl I was before I took over my dad’s company. And it was that.
Until I saw those two lines pop up on an innocuous-looking stick.
No way I could tell him.
Fast forward a year, and he walks into my father’s company as my new construction partner.
His wicked smile has me swooning.
I’m ready for love, but he’s still the same playboy bachelor he’s always been.
Of all the men in the world to have to work beside day after day, how did I end up with him?
I love him. I hate him. I love that I hate him.
Any way you look at it, my luck blows.
And all I can think about is our one night.
You’ve got to be kidding me.