Is That What You Think? — Lee Wardlow

Is That What You Think?Cheyanne let him pull her into the Martin's garage for one kiss. That was all he asked for. She didn't know his name, but she hadn't been able to take her eyes off him all night. It might have been the dimples when he smiled or his broad shoulders that made her swoon.One minute they were kissing the next he had pushed her against the door of the garage. They introduced themselves during the best sex of Cheyanne's life.Afterwards, she figured out who he was. Ian Black's son, Nick Black. The one man in Pointe Royal who had given Cheyanne more tickets than anyone in the entire state of Ohio.After their secret rendezvous in the garage, she ended up with Patrick and Michael Martin at a table thanks to her mother. Nick was staring daggers through her.During the cake cutting, he whispered something vulgar in her ear and Cheyanne wished she had never known what it felt like to be held in Nick's arms. It didn't take him long to figure out his mistake. He thought he had messed up the best thing that had ever happened to him.Fate had other plans in store for Nick and Cheyanne. It does that to you. Knocks you on your ass. Gives you a kick down the impossible road. They will figure out together just what life has in store for them and their baby.A baby conceived in a garage at Cheyanne's cousin's wedding. They will never hear the end of that one. She was mortified.He was rough. Not romantic at all but the kindest man she had ever met. She just couldn't figure out what the man was ever thinking about them, her, their relationship and the baby coming in nine months. Cheyanne Steward was having a baby with a man she didn't know.Only Cheyanne could complicate her life with a man she had met once. One that had invaded her dreams since the wedding. One she just couldn't forget.Some sexual situations. Mild language. Not for anyone under the age of 17.