Second chance. Pregnant bride. Secret son. Forced proximity. Firefighter hero. Found family. Small town. Steamy, no cheating, no cliffhanger, HEA.
My wedding is December twentieth. The dress has been let out twice. Our nine-year-old son has the rings.Brennan Kallas, the volunteer firefighter with the green eyes our son inherited. The man who lost ten years with me and nine with Rhys, and has spent a year and a half making sure I never doubt he's staying.
I'm marrying him with his daughter kicking under my ribs.
Then a car goes into the water. Then a fire breaks out at Rhys's school Christmas program, and I watch my son's father disappear into the smoke to get him.
He runs toward everything. I patch up whatever he carries out. That's who we've always been.
Neither of us knows how to be the one who needs help.
Then an ice storm takes Calloway Creek the night before the wedding. The church goes dark. Twelve people are stranded at his mother's house.
December twentieth is coming whether we're ready or not.