My Rockstar ex left me a parting gift after our breakup—a bun in the oven. And he just doesn't know it yet.
He was my one and only . . . until he chose his rockstar lifestyle over me.
When his tour brought him back to town and became my next-door neighbor, my baby bump is on full display. Just my luck.
So, I did what any girl would. I lied and told him it wasn't his. He'd never choose us over the Rockstar lifestyle.
But every time I see his piercing blue eyes and tattooed, muscular body, my heart begs me to reach out.
I can't risk the chance of rejection again for me, or our child . . .
Contains mature themes.
