Wrong Number, Right Single Dad (Wrong Number, Right Guy #2)

I dont believe in love, so my best friend dared me to download a hook-up app.

It was supposed to be simple.

No names.

No strings.

No chance either of us would ever fall in love.

Until he sent a text saying it was an emergency.

I showed up at his door in nothing but a trench coat and heels, expecting another hot encounter—and found a pint-sized girl staring up at me with wide eyes and jelly on her face.

Apparently, the “emergency” wasn’t that kind of emergency.

He thought he was texting a babysitter.

I thought he was asking for some fun.

Instead, I stumbled into the middle of his chaotic, beautiful life—and somehow, I couldn’t make myself walk away.

Now I’m knee-deep in bedtime stories, mac and cheese, and a ridiculously hot single dad who’s way too good at pushing me away the second things start to feel real.

I’ve already given him my body.

The question is… can I risk giving him my heart?