Publisher's Synopsis
Lilith
The one time I do something irresponsible it blows up in my face. Two pink lines, the word pregnant mocking me, a blue cross... twenty-six pregnancy tests in total, all screaming the same thing at me - Girl, you're pregnant AF.
The problem was, I wasn't sure Tate even remembered our night together.
There was no question in my mind, I was keeping my baby. The only issue was - I needed to break the news to him, too. I had time to figure out the way I was going to do it, how hard could it be?
At least, that was my plan until my best friend revealed the news to the entire bar... including the man in question.
Tate
I'd been trying to figure out a way to ask Lily out ever since she'd moved to town and her family had bought the local bar. Apparently, car problems, man problems, and a couple bottles of Johnny Walker were the cure for that - or the accelerant for stupidity.
The only proof I had when I woke up that our night together hadn't been a dream was the pair of her panties in my shoe. How they'd gotten in there, I had no clue, but that black scrap of lace was the best thing I'd ever seen because it made what had happened real..
The situation with my cousins got in the way, and I was frustrated I still couldn't remember every detail from that night by the time I came home to Gonzales County . Then, I walked into the bar and smelled her perfume as she passed me, and all of it came flooding back.
That wasn't the best part of the night. No - that was finding out I was going to be a dad, just as some twat punched me in the face.
I wish I could say I was sorry, but I wasn't.
Now all I had to do was convince Lily to take a chance on me.
