My best friend was never supposed to find my list of potential baby daddies. Now he's begging me to add one more name to my list... His.

After my divorce, I was done with love. No more dating. No more relationships.

But I still want a baby.

IVF? Way too expensive.

That leaves one option. Finding someone with good genes, no strings, and no complications.

Simple, right?

Until my best friend and hotshot firefighter, Finn Lawrence, stumbles across my list of potential donors and suggests I add one more name...

His.

It makes sense. We trust each other. We have history. And there's no chance of heartbreak.

So we make a deal. No romance. No expectations. And when it's over, we go back to the way things were.

Except now, Finn looks at me like I'm something more.

His touch lingers.

His kisses don't feel awkward.

And when I fall asleep in his arms, I start to wonder if Finn Lawrence was never meant to be just my best friend.

Maybe he was meant to be my everything.