P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)

by Julia Wolf

Of course that was his first thought. Money was all Liam talked about these days. He had valid reasons for being distracted by it, sure—the house renovations being the biggest drain at the moment—but I was tired of the topic. I was just plain tired. At nine weeks pregnant, it was to be expected, but sometimes, exhaustion hit me like a sledgehammer out of the blue, and with it came extreme grumpiness. I had to be careful not to take it out on Liam. It wasn’t his fault the one time we slept together resulted in the little life growing inside me. Okay, it was half his fault. To say this baby had been unexpected would have been the understatement of the century. I was only twenty-five, far from settled, and Liam and I were friends and travel buddies—nothing more. Not exactly the stable environment a child deserved. But he was all in on the co-parenting thing. And his excitement to be a dad had convinced me I wanted this baby too.