Hard Pass by Paige Ryan

They say few things in life are more painful than childbirth.
In fact, off the top of my head I can only think of one thing that might come close…
Telling Luke Havrill, the Green Eyed Devil, that I was pregnant with his child definitely had to be more painful than childbirth—or at least it seemed that way in the moment.
It might not have been so bad if we had actually liked each other, but from the first night we met Luke had judged me like a book with a bad cover—To him I was a high maintenance, superficial supermodel.
And I had judged him right back—To me he was a rude, emotionless, calculating businessman.
We were opposites in every way, but despite our mutual dislike for one another, we somehow couldn’t stop ourselves from falling into bed together…and now that our bed was made, we needed to lie in it.
We had nine months to figure out how to be civil to each other—that was our first priority.
What wasn’t a priority—falling back into bed together…too bad that was the easiest thing to accomplish.
But I could have handled all that…I had been in that situation before, after all.
What I couldn’t handle—starting to fall for the Green Eyed Devil in other ways.
But how could I not start to fall for the man who spent countless hours helping me put together baby furniture…
The man who went out of his way to bring me sweet treats…
The man who made an effort to satisfy all of my cravings…
No! Falling for him was not an option. I was taking a hard pass…