The man had seemed so innocent in the bar—okay, not innocent... He’d been hot, hard, and had a butt I wanted to bite like the last cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped town, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the incident up to a bad night stand and moved on. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me.