Small Town Frenzy

<p>Sleeping with my family's enemy wasn't planned. Oops. <em>Too late</em>. </p><p></p><p>It was a one-night stand in Costa Rica and names were the last thing we wanted to exchange. What can I say? The man was hot as sin.</p><p></p><p><em>Blue-sky eyes.</em></p><p><em>Broad athletic shoulders.</em></p><p><em>A smile that just about did me in.</em></p><p></p><p>I came home with more than his cowboy hat as a souvenir. </p><p></p><p>Four years later that sweet memento calls me Mommy. </p><p></p><p>I'm a busy single mom helping to run the Dover empire. The last thing I need is a vacation fling showing up wearing the one name on the back of his baseball jersey that's forbidden by my family. <em>Greene.</em> </p><p></p><p><em>Annoyingly arrogant.</em></p><p><em>Infuriatingly irritating.</em></p><p><em>A smirk on his stupidly handsome face. </em></p><p></p><p>Just my luck when I need to break the news he's my son's father.</p><p></p><p>He came to play baseball not be a dad so I have no intention of getting me and our son caught up in his game. But even the strongest walls have faults and when we start spending time together mine begin to crumble.</p><p></p><p>Is the universe giving us a second chance or are we caught up in a small-town frenzy?</p>