At twenty-two it sounds a little ridiculous to say I’ve spent my entire life being disappointed by men, but that doesn’t make the statement any less true. Despite that, it was impossible not to fall for Beckett. I tried, I really did, but the gruff tattoo artist made it his mission to learn all my secrets, and even though we both agreed to keep it casual, from the moment we met, it was anything but.I thought I was done. That I’d found a man strong enough to break down the walls I’d spent years building. Turns out I was wrong. He’s a liar, just like the rest of them, and I don’t do second chances. If only he understood that a positive pregnancy test doesn’t change a damn thing…