In search of a new place to live, Moira finds the perfect home only to discover that her nemesis, Caleb, has also put in an offer. The last thing Moira wants to do is deal with him. So what if his skills in the sack are legendary? So what if she's spent more than one night fantasizing about that crude mouth of his? If there's one thing Moira has--that he lacks--it's self-control. And access to lots of batteries to fuel her fantasies. Caleb can't always remember who has enjoyed the delights of his prowess in the bedroom. But he's pretty sure he'd remember if he'd bumped uglies without protection. How is a reformed Casanova supposed to prove he's changed and win over the woman of his dreams when everyone keeps claiming he's their baby daddy?