I hooked up with Santa.
Okay-not the real one, but a sexy, older man in a tailored Santa suit at a Christmas charity party.
We were locked out together on a rooftop.
It was freezing.
He kissed me under the mistletoe... and did so much more.
But I ran before he could even ask my name.
Five years later, I'm a single mom with a sick little boy, just praying for a holiday miracle.
Then the ER curtain pulls back-and there he is.
Silver fox. Millionaire. My son's new doctor.
He studies me like he knows me... but he can't place me.
But I recognize his tattoo- the exact one I kissed under twinkling Christmas lights.
He can never know our five-year-old boy is the result of that night.
But when he starts connecting the dots...
And my son whispers, "All I want for Christmas is a dad..."
...my secret doesn't stand a chance.