"Daddy, I'm pregnant."
The last three words Owen Kincaid ever wanted to hear from his teenage daughter. The firefighter knows how hard it is to have a kid when you're still a kid yourself. He did it, and now eighteen years later, history is repeating itself. To say he's beating himself up is an understatement. The last thing he needs is to fall head-over-heels in lust with his daughter's midwife.
Kerry Humphrey hates her new client's father. She has no reason to hate him, except for the fact he's tall and brooding and always there, hovering in the background of appointments. And the crackle of chemistry every time their eyes meet. She hates that, too.
Everything about their attraction is ill-fated. But it won't go away. Maybe, for one night, they can be… Reckless at Heart.
The last three words Owen Kincaid ever wanted to hear from his teenage daughter. The firefighter knows how hard it is to have a kid when you're still a kid yourself. He did it, and now eighteen years later, history is repeating itself. To say he's beating himself up is an understatement. The last thing he needs is to fall head-over-heels in lust with his daughter's midwife.
Kerry Humphrey hates her new client's father. She has no reason to hate him, except for the fact he's tall and brooding and always there, hovering in the background of appointments. And the crackle of chemistry every time their eyes meet. She hates that, too.
Everything about their attraction is ill-fated. But it won't go away. Maybe, for one night, they can be… Reckless at Heart.
