Margot My past hasn't come back to haunt me. Oh no, Craig, my son's dad, is right here in the flesh at my baby sister's wedding reception, making my present awkward with his beautiful and confused face. You see, Craig and my son don't know about each other, and no one in my life has a clue what happened one magical night over Christmas break during my senior year in high school. I've been the sole keeper of these secrets for the last twenty years. I'm not naïve enough to think that my deception would never catch up with me, but did it have to come at me full force and bowl me over in front of everyone I know and love while the wedding photographer shoots candids?
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Roxie Clarke writes sweet romance featuring houseplants, hunky heroes, and happily ever afters.
She lives outside Portland, OR with her husband and their five children. It is loud at her house.