Spending Christmas with my goddaughter and her widowed father feels like a dream, but he's my late best friend's husband. I'm not supposed to be falling for him. 

When Rafa needs help taking care of eight-year-old Sofi during her winter break, I pack my bags and come play house for the holidays.

Five years after Gabby's passing, he and I share more than our grief. We stay up late talking by the fire. We cozy up in a living room fort to watch a movie. We kiss under the mistletoe. Until we can't resist doing more.

I've always dreamed of love like this, but we were never meant to end up together. Gabby's parents might not understand, and we can't risk Sofi's happiness if something goes wrong. 

We need a sprinkle of magic to make this work. It's a good thing Christmas is the perfect time for miracles.