For years Ive been dreaming of a real Christmas back home. Tree trimming, decorating, Christmas carols. What I wasnt expecting was Cole.

If I was to dream up the perfect man even my wildest imagination would have fallen short compared to Cole Nichols.

Tall, broad shoulders, smile to die for and dreamy green eyes that held a mischievous glint.

Add in a heart of gold, always helping others in need.

We had planned out every detail of our lives together…including his dream of becoming a major league pitcher.

So when my gran got sick and I needed to take care of her, I gave him the push he needed, breaking my heart, and his, in the process.

A decade, and a divorce later, Im heading back home to start my life over.

That new start begins with Christmas at my best friend's cabin…and the man I've done everything to leave behind.

Is Christmas past here to haunt me, or to bring a future I stopped letting myself dream of?