Lighting the Lamp

The night she’ll never forget is the night he can’t remember. Tori How dare he act like we’ve never met? I thought we connected, but after a steamy one night stand, the hockey hot shot ghosted me, leaving me with nothing but wounded pride and two pink lines on a stick. And not the hockey kind. Well, not this time, bud. You fooled me once, and I’m never giving you a second chance to fool me again. We don’t need you. Raffi She’s not a forgettable woman, so why does she insist she knows me? One look at her son and it hits me like a slap shot to the chest. The resemblance is undeniable. How can I convince the mother of my child to let me be part of their lives, when I don’t even remember her?