The Legacy Clause

Summary

At our college reunion, I somehow ended up in bed with Ethan Cole, the one guy I was pretty sure hated my guts.

By the time I realized I was pregnant, I was 28 weeks. Too late for the easy way out.

So I found him. "We need to get married."

He shoved me away, his face a mask of pure disgust. "Who the hell are you?"

I threw the ultrasound printout at his chest. "I'm nobody to you," I sneered. "But the kid in my uterus knows you pretty well."

"You personally shot him in there."