Falling for Jonas Winters wasn't planned. I never thought someone like him would be interested in me. He's a world-famous artist, almost a recluse, and my father's best friend. I'm twenty years younger than him, plus-size, and constantly at war with my father.
When Jonas picks my father over me, I lose my nerve to tell him what I did. I was certain he needed a nudge to love me loudly and proudly. But a baby isn't a nudge-it's a shove. So when he walks away, I let him go.
Eleven months later, he's back. He demands I marry him or he'll fight me for custody of our son. Is there any chance he can really forgive me? Or are we compounding one bad decision with another?
