That Christmas Eve

“Are you kidding me?”  He is my brother’s best friend?  That hunk of muscle attached to a to-die-for smile and light-my-fire eyes? That billionaire who sizzles my insides every time he says my name?  I didn’t have a choice. I got him alone during our Christmas Eve party, and I told him to unwrap his gift. Me.  But Josiah left me with an unexpected gift of his own. A bouncing baby that’s the spitting image of him.  I can’t believe my family hasn’t figured it out.  They think I’m some romance-crazed maniac who can’t say no to men.  But Josiah’s the only one I’ve ever really wanted.  And now he’s back. And I’m screwed.  Because I still want him. And I know he still wants me.  But bad boys don’t want babies, they want babes.  Can I tell him the truth without losing him forever?