Oh no, I’m trapped with my baby daddy. I expected an awkward blind date. What I got was Jake Callahan—my first love in the flesh, wearing a scowl that could melt steel. We were supposed to become a forgotten high school memory. Not stuck in a bistro as the storm of the century keeps us inside. He’s moodier and rougher around the edges. And somehow, even more irresistible than the boy who left me behind. We trade memories over drinks. Laughter turns into intoxicating stares.
