<p><strong style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Masquerade ball rule #1: what happens at the ball doesn't always stay at the ball.</strong></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">&nbsp;</span></p><p><strong style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)"><em>Oops.</em></strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>A chance encounter with a masked stranger at a charity ball led to an incredible kiss and a night of hot sex. The kiss was my goal for that night, a baby step forward after my husband's death a year ago. The hot sex? Not so much.</p><p>You know what else hadn't been my goal?</p><p>To be knocked up by a man whose identity is a mystery to me.</p><p>So now I'm preparing for my impending motherhood and planning a fundraiser to provide books for foster kids.</p><p>The latter is where hot hockey player Logan Mathews comes in...</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>****</p><p>The last time I saw Kiera Ashdown was the night of the Jingle Balls masquerade ball. She'd wanted her first time with a man after her husband's death to be with a stranger.</p><p>After my NHL team trades me to San Francisco, where my daughter and ex-wife live, I'm determined to be a better father and not repeat past mistakes. My hockey career and my daughter come first.</p><p>The last thing I expect to discover is that Kiera is my seven-year-old daughter's teacher. The last thing I expect to learn is that she's pregnant with my dead best friend's child.</p><p>And the last thing I want to admit is that I was the one who made love to Kiera-several times-the night of the ball.</p><p>Because if she ever found out that I'd lied to her, I could lose her friendship. I could lose so much more...</p><p>&nbsp;</p>