In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa.
Is this all too much, too soon? Or am I a fool to let a second chance at happily ever after pass me by?.
But deep down, I\'m terrified.
To let myself be loved without fear.
To love again.
We understand each other, and when I\'m in his arms, I\'m tempted to trust again.
But Henry makes me feel beautiful and sexy and wanted and strong-things I haven\'t felt in years.
Sure, he\'s easy on the eyes and hard in the bedroom (also the hallway, the bathtub, and on top of his desk), but things between us are moving too fast, and I\'m afraid neither one of us is ready for what it might mean.
Falling for Henry DeSantis wasn\'t part of the plan.
Cloverleigh Farms would be the perfect place for a fresh start.
For the sake of my children and my pride, I pack up and head for my childhood home and the small town where I grew up.
Even if the mic-drop moment that resulted was worth the looks on my former friends\' faces.
Or the sixth, seventh, and eighth.
In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa
