One turbulent red-eye flight. One silver-templed stranger who made me forget every reason to say no. One night that was supposed to mean nothing.

I left a note on his kitchen counter at dawn and ran. I can't be someone's problem.

Three weeks later, I'm pregnant. And the man I ran from? He already found me.

Dr. Dominic Ashford doesn't lose things. He's not letting me go. Now I'm living in his penthouse, carrying his baby, and falling apart every time he looks at me like I'm already his. My stalker ex has been watching. Waiting. Now that I belong to someone else - he's coming to take back what he thinks is his.

Dominic has other plans. He's been making them since the moment I left that note.