Loving the Enemy

Loving the Enemy by Mia Faye

Thanks for the fun…Andre.

That’s what the note with orange juice and a muffin next to my bed says when I wake up.
That’s it. No phone number, no text.
The next day, I learn that Mr. I’m-so-handsome-and-I-know-it is my new boss(hole)!
Weeks later, morning sickness tells me I’m carrying his unexpected suprise… is now a good time to tell him?