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.