Andrew Atherton. Self-absorbed. Flagrant playboy. Heir to his family's business. Demanding jerk; at least, he used to be . When I walked out 10 years ago, he was partying next to supermodels - I never looked back. I traveled the world, fighting noble causes until I landed in Botswana to create a home for orphaned kids. Not sexy, but I've made a difference. I won't lie, I totally missed his hypnotic eyes - deep kisses, and his electric touch that lit me on fire. But I'd moved on. Until Andrew literally crashed back into my life. I fought my feelings for him as long as I could, but once he touched me, I couldn't resist. He says he's changed; wants to help me, love me, never let me go. That's great...but our lives are on two different continents. More importantly, what will happen when he finds out I'm carrying his baby?