Chapter One

      Thirty-four-year-old Bethemy Trahan needed a sperm donor.

      But not just any old sperm donor. Uh-uh. No way. Not for her baby.

      It had to be someone she knew and cared for. Someone who would be willing to marry her temporarily and get the job done in the good, old-fashioned way that couples had used since the beginning of time. She was, after all, a traditional-minded woman. She couldn’t just make use of a sperm bank and then have an illegitimate baby, no matter how much she wanted a child of her own. It went against everything she had ever planned for herself. She had to get married first, then get pregnant.

      But since Mr. Right had put a major damper on her plans by failing to show up in her life, Beth had recently decided that it was time she took matters into her own hands. A daunting fact she could no longer ignore was that her mother had gone through menopause at the young age of thirty-seven. There was always the chance that Beth would, too. Time, she knew, was very possibly running out for her. No more could she rely solely on Fate to get the job done.

      But then, she really didn’t have to. She was lucky. She wasn’t going to have to depend on the laboratorylike coldness of a sperm bank. She had an alternative. She had Jack Kincaid. He was her oldest and dearest friend in the whole wide world. Without question, he was the perfect specimen for what she had in mind. He had a great set of genes. He was intelligent, handsome, funny—the very best friend a girl could ask for. The fact that he was her best friend and was sometimes—well, more often than not—easy to convince to her way of thinking was only extra pudding in the pie. A bit of lapniappe. In fact, Beth had no earthly idea why she hadn’t thought of marrying him a long time ago for the sole purpose of getting pregnant.

      Of course, as of yet, Jack was oblivious to all of this. He had no idea of the plan she’d recently come up with. In fact, his job as a