The night I went to tell Gabriel Moreno he was going to be a father, deputies dragged him away in handcuffs.
He wouldn't look at me. Not then. Not in court. Not in five years of letters he sent back unopened.
So I raised our daughter alone. She has his dark eyes. His dimples. And not one clue who her daddy is.
Now he's home for Christmas.
Bigger. Harder. Scarred in ways I can't see. And the town's most honest biker just stood in my candle shop and asked one question.
Is she mine?
I can't lie to him. I never could.
But the man they call Saint is hiding a truth of his own, one that could clear his name or take him from us all over again.
Can I trust my heart to a man who already walked away once… or will this Christmas break us both?
Steamy second chance. Secret baby. Curvy single mom. Wrongly accused alpha biker. Small-town Christmas. Guaranteed HEA.
