Speak of the Devil by S.L. Scott

It was always you, babe.
The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . .
My soon-to-be ex-husband.
Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever and sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much. Figures.
He offers me the divorce I want, but on one condition . . .
Two nights together, for old times’ sake.
He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me.
It’s time to move on.
So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days.
When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together.