Trapped elevator. Check!
Sexy-as-heck lumberjack. Check!
A strong urge to jump his bones. Ding! Ding! Ding!!!
But apparently Mr. Perfect is actually my father’s sworn enemy.
Just my luck.
Now I can’t get the man out of my mind.
His touch. That unbelievably built body.
Or the way he turns me on with just one look.
I broke my cardinal rule, repeatedly.
Now I need to deal with the rumors…
And the LOOMING risk of my father finding out.
And I’d better get to strategizing…
Because I’ve got two positive lines on a pregnancy test that are starring at me right in the face!!