First, he saved my life. Then, I couldn't stand him. Now, I'm having his baby.
Jackson Thomas is an obnoxious tornado-chasing alpha grump.
Pretty much the last person a proper meteorologist like me should get involved with.
But you try getting pulled from a car wreck by an Adonis like him and not melting when those gorgeous sapphire eyes meet yours.
Maybe him being a huge jerk should have been a red flag.
Or his playboy rep.
Or the fact that he drives into twisters for fun.
And maybe I overlooked all that because of the way he makes my toes curl.
But, he's the only one who can save my career.
I didn't think it would lead to the most pleasurable experience of my life.
Mistakes were definitely made.
But I've walked away from tornadoes in one piece. I should be able to walk away from this too, right?
That's what I thought until I see two little pink lines.
