"First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes a-"
Hold up. You're joking, right? As if life works off a neat little list like that, moving down, checking things off before jumping to the next task. We're not married. We're not lovers. Hell, we're hardly even friends. Noah Wilson isn't exactly "life partner" material, and he sure as hell isn't "father material." He's my older brother's best friend, and has been off limits, sworn off, locked in the highest tower and out of reach since we met over ten years ago. With his devilish good looks, tattoos, motorcycle, and trail of broken hearts and tears, I've had good reason to stay away from the bad boy my mother warned me about.
Until one night. One stupid, regrettable night that changed both of our lives forever. And now I only have nine months to decide our fate, to see if Noah's rebel heart is capable of anything more than a one-night stand.
This isn't a love story. This is a life story. And life doesn't go according to plan.
