The Goal Line

There were plus signs; double pink lines; double blue lines; double black lines; two dots; a smiley face; a big Y; and the topper, the one that just announced it: PREGNANT.
"Oh, no," I breathed out. Oh, yes, she sure is!
Camdyn Riordan is not ready to have a baby-she's the one who lost the class guinea pig in second grade, she's the one who now won't keep a boyfriend long enough to leave a toothbrush at his house!
And there's another wrinkle: the father is César Hidalgo, the famous football player, the guy who ran out of her house so fast after their night together that he left a jet trail in his wake. The guy with a list of past girlfriends as long as his hard, muscular arm.
They're going to be parents, but first, they're going to be roommates, and then maybe they'll be friends. But there is no way-NO WAY-that this is going to turn into some kind of love story, no matter how much Camdyn likes him, no matter how sweet he is, no matter anything.
Absolutely not. Even though César is pretty much the ideal, if a woman was interested in something like a permanent future with a gorgeous, muscled-up guy who also likes to cook.
That's not what Camdyn wants-she's positive, as positive as all those pregnancy tests! But life does have a funny way of moving your goal line...