Wicked Legacy by Brook Wilder

He left more than just a warm memory. He left his child in me.
It was only ever supposed to be a one night stand and nothing else.
A moment of comfort to remind me that I was still my own person.
He was only supposed to leave behind a warm memory.
Instead, he left his child growing in my belly.
In our brief few hours together, I’d traced my fingers over the bold lines of his tattoos.
I’d memorized the feel of his rugged features and warm embrace.
I wanted to hate him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.

I had no intentions of hunting him down.
I had no intention of demanding help from him.
I vowed there’d be no reconnection.
After all, I was no princess waiting to be rescued.
And he was no Prince Charming coming to save me on his iron steed.

But all of that changed when someone threatened our baby girl.
And he became the only person who could help me.
He didn’t believe me when I told him.
But I didn’t need him to believe me.
I just needed him to help me keep her safe.