Still nursing a broken heart, my best friend dared me to download a hook-up app. It was supposed to be one wild night. No names. No strings. No chance I’d ever see him again. Until he sent a text saying it was an emergency. I showed up at his door in nothing but a trench coat and heels, expecting another hot encounter—and found a four-year-old staring up at me with wide eyes and jelly on her face. Apparently, the “emergency” wasn’t that kind of emergency. He thought he was texting a babysitter. I thought he was asking for round two. Instead, I stumbled into the middle of his chaotic, beautiful life—and somehow, I couldn’t make myself walk away. Now I’m knee-deep in bedtime stories, mac and cheese, and a ridiculously hot single dad who’s way too good at pushing me away the second things start to feel real. I’ve already given him my body. The question is… can I risk giving him my heart?