The message said, "Remember me?" But the sender was someone I'd rather forget. Alec Mansfield haunted my memories like a cruel specter. In high school, he was my tormentor and the bane of my existence. When he wasn't defying authority alongside my older brothers, he was sabotaging my dates and sending me "anonymous" messages signed "yours cruelly."Alec was merciless, an emerald-eyed devil spending his daddy's money and wreaking havoc over our hometown of Sapphire Shores like he owned the place. But mostly, he hated that I didn't fawn over him like all the other girls did.It's been ten years since he left town.But now he's back, working as an ER doctor at the local hospital, and in a strange twist of fate, we match on a dating app. I agree to meet up, but only because I want to tell him off for making my life a living hell all those years ago. But a few beers, one tequila shot, and a shared Uber later, I find myself about to have scorching-hot hate sex with my sworn nemesis.I leave the next morning, slamming the book on that chapter of my life forever.Except a few weeks later, I discover our story has an epilogue-one that starts with two pink lines on a pregnancy test.Turns out there are things more life-altering than hooking up with Alec Mansfield ... like having his baby.