I met Ben Wells at an airport on one of the worst days of my life. We talked, laughed, connected, and survived a travel disaster. Then we shared one wild, passionate night together. That was where the story was supposed to end. Ben went back to his life as a professional rugby player, and I went back to mine as a college student. Except mine came with a positive pregnancy test and a life I never planned for. One Ben made it clear he wanted no part of. I didn’t fall apart or chase him. I picked myself up and brushed myself off, raised my daughter, and fought my way into law school. For five years, we did just fine without him. We were happy, even. Then, out of nowhere, Ben crashes back into our lives, smiling like nothing ever happened, and everything I thought I knew comes undone. Because some misunderstandings don’t just break hearts. They steal years. Now Ben is determined to make up for lost time, and not just with our daughter. The passion we shared is still alive and well, but the stakes are much higher now. But if there’s one thing Ben is good at—besides being relentlessly cheerful and sexy in his rugby uniform—it’s persistence. He doesn’t give up. If Ben has it his way, the end of our story will be only the beginning.