I suppose it was unfair of me to assume Cash Jameson would be my forever. The golden boy of Blossom Berry Falls went from high school baseball star to the major leagues. Then he broke my heart. So many times I wanted to tell him about our son, but fate stepped in, and years went by. Being a single mom has been my biggest accomplishment. Though it hasn't always been easy, the joys of being a mom have granted meaning to the pain of losing Cash. Now, fifteen years later, we meet again thanks to our high school reunion's alumni baseball game. Cash had no way of knowing that the young pitcher who struck him out was his son. But after he showed up at the door scouting the ace for the major leagues, I have no doubt he experienced the shock of his life. Saying goodbye to Hannah was the hardest thing I'd ever done. Afraid of causing more pain, I never intended to set foot back in Blossom Berry Falls. Yet the draw of the alumni baseball game . . . and the chance to see Hannah again . . . were too powerful to resist. After spotting Hannah in the stands, my heart sparked to life. I'd thought of her over the years but heard she'd moved on. Rather than harp on what could have been, I focused on the future-namely, the kid with the nasty curveball. His control reminded me of myself at that age. Turned out there was a good reason for that . . . the young prodigy was the son I never knew I had. I'd missed so much of his life and refused to miss more. Could the three of us be a family? Or were the wounds of our past too deep to heal?