A three-week affair and he was gone, leaving me with a gift. A baby. This big handsome billionaire had no desire to play his family’s inheritance games. So he traveled instead, running from his old life from country to country. In the process, he picked up photography, falling in love with images of little ones and beautiful women. You can’t take the playboy out of a Bancroft. After several years of him being gone, I forgave him. He didn’t know about me and our baby. But fate has a way of throwing lovers back in the arena again when the first time ended like fireworks drenched in rain. A terrible breakup sent me running to Bali for sunshine and freedom. And wouldn’t you know it? My handsome bad boy was there too. I’m not falling for him again, nor am I telling him about our kiddo. I built a life without him, a crappy one, but still... Our secret love affair will stay just that—secret.