His Curvy Craving — Mary E. Thompson

TrentI loved my hometown in the fall. The summer guests were drifting home and the sleepy town I ran fast and far from decades ago became the home I remembered. The home I loved. I let it get to me. I let myself get sucked in. I wasn't the town's son anymore. I was nobody. Or so I thought. That random woman I met online? I didn't think she knew who I was, until she claimed to be pregnant. Ha! She couldn't trick me. I wasn't falling for it. Or her.FinleyFinally. I finally got things settled at work. I was good for nine months. It was enough time to hang on and make a new plan. I deserved a night out. A quick fling with a rare stranger in my small town. One night. One time. Not one line. Shit. I was supposed to spend those nine months growing my business, not growing a person. Now I need to tell that stranger about the baby. If I can find him.