Three reasons why rebound s-e-x with my hot neighbor is a very bad idea. My life is already complicated enough. He knows I wear Batman undies (please don’t ask). He’s older, sophisticated, and so hot he makes me weak at the knees. I know that’s more than three. But it still didn’t stop me. On paper, we’re the worst kind of match. He’s rich. I’m...not. My second job is pet sitting! He says we’re friends. I say barely, but I do love those benefits. The man rocks my world. But he’s so not the one. Which is unfortunate, because he is the the one who got me pregnant. Disclaimer: This is not (just) a story about accidental pregnancy. It’s a story about accidental love.