I have three hard and fast rules when it comes to one-night stands.
Don’t tell her your last name.
Don’t take her home with you.
Don’t knock her up.
I’m screwed.
Jane Smith was supposed to be a quick fling. I saw her as a brief escape from the never-ending drama that is my life as a surgeon in New York City.
Now, she’s pregnant and scared as hell.
Oh, and apparently her real name is Chloe Newell.
It’s probably not the best time to tell her that I’m the guy who ruined her life two years ago.