Everyone knows my criminal past. It’s why Hazel Spencer hates me.Might also be why she tore off my clothes and climbed me like a tree.Hey, no judgment. I still can’t forget how she melted in my arms.Turns out Hazel can’t forget, either, but for different reasons.Our mind-blowing bang in her mansion’s foyerleft our small town’s famed ice queen knocked up.It’s a shock to us both, but the truth?There are worse things having a baby with a smart, sexy woman I like.A woman who zings from “come hither” to “get lost” so fast my head spins.Can’t really blame her. Hazel’s dad…
I read. And quilt. A lot.