Falling for your son’s doctor is a bad idea. Especially when your son wants a dad for Christmas. And you already know how good the doctor daddy is at making miracles.
Five years ago, a masked older stranger took me against a snowy balcony wall at a Christmas gala. No names. No promises. Just a night I never forgot.
Now I’m a single mom with a little boy who needs heart surgery—fast. And when the surgeon walks in, I see it: The birthmark behind his ear.
The same one I kissed that night before the masked stranger whispered “good girl” against my throat.
And he has no idea he’s a father. And I plan to keep it that way.
When insurance refuses to cover my son’s surgery, Dr. Burch makes a shocking offer: Pretend to be his fiancée for the holidays to unlock his inheritance and save the free clinic he’s fighting for.
Only one rule: Don’t fall for the doctor.
But he holds my hand at charity galas like it’s real. He kisses me under mistletoe for the cameras— And keeps going once they’re gone.
The closer Christmas gets, the harder it is to breathe around him… And the harder it becomes to hide the truth.
Because this Christmas… The most dangerous secret isn’t our fake engagement. It’s our son.
