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.
