The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . . My soon-to-be ex-husband. Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever. Figures. Sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much, he returns the divorce papers I sent him—still unsigned—and makes a request of his own. One more night, for old times' sake. He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me. It’s time to move on. So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days. When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together.
