never imagined the two people I loved most would destroy me. My boyfriend. My sister. Together. Three years of love and trust shattered in one moment. Too angry to cry, I did the only thing I could think of. I went to a bar. "Another one," I told the bartender. "Drinking alone?" I turned and froze. Damien Voss. Cold, intimidating, and my surprisingly ex-boyfriend's older brother. "Heard what happened," he said. "Then you know why I'm here." His jaw tightened. "I also know my brother is an idiot." For the first time all day, I smiled. One drink became several. The pain faded into laughter. For a few hours, I wasn't the woman who'd been betrayed. I was just me. And Damien wasn't the dangerous man everyone feared. He was funny, protective, and unexpectedly kind. As the night went on, we grew closer. Two broken people escaping reality for one reckless night. The next morning, I left believing it was a mistake. Until a few weeks later. I stared at two pink lines. Pregnant.