First, he saved my life. Then, I couldn’t stand him. Now, I’m having his baby. Jackson Thomas is an obnoxious tornado-chasing alpha grump. Pretty much the last person a proper meteorologist like me should get involved with. But you try getting pulled from a car wreck by an Adonis like him and not melting when those gorgeous sapphire eyes meet yours. Maybe him being a huge jerk should have been a red flag. Or his playboy rep. Or the fact that he drives into twisters for fun. And maybe I overlooked all that because of the way he makes my toes curl. But, he’s the only one who can save my career. I didn’t think it would lead to the most pleasurable experience of my life. Mistakes were definitely made. But I’ve walked away from tornadoes in one piece. I should be able to walk away from this too, right? That’s what I thought until I see two little pink lines.