Jordana
The last time I saw Kane was at his sentencing. I was secretly five months pregnant. It seemed too cruel to tell him we wouldn't be raising our daughter together after I was the one responsible for his arrest. Three years later, after I started putting the pieces of my left back together, he shows up on my doorstep in the middle of the night in dire need of my help. Although, I should arrest him, a part of me longs to know his touch once more.
He's irresistibly sexy. He's the father of my child. And the one I'm still desperately in love with. Saving him means risking my freedom and career as a cop. But walking away could orphan our precious daughter.