My ex-husband saw the pregnancy test before I could hide it, and the careful distance we had kept for three years collapsed in the corridor of a clinic. Grant Mercer had been celibate since our divorce. I knew because he said so, not because I had asked. The baby was his, conceived during one night neither of us had planned and neither of us had been able to forget. Now Grant wanted to protect me with the same money, influence, and certainty he had once used to make decisions for me. I wanted to keep my child and the life I had built without him. But if I could no longer pretend our night meant nothing, I had to decide what it could mean now.