My husband Hunter died five years ago. So this new guy in town can't be him. He just can't be. So why do they look exactly alike? Is my long-dead husband really coming back from beyond the grave?
I had to rebuild my life after Hunter died and I did that by having the child I always wanted. So what if I used donor sperm to get pregnant? Now I'm the mother of a beautiful little boy and I'm a great mom. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Even if Hunter came backwhich he wouldn'the would be proud of me. I have no reason to think he would mind that I have a son now. Right?
It isn't him, though. Noah Goldsmith is a completely different guy and every inch as magnetic, handsome, and unstoppable as Hunter ever wasmaybe more so. Now Noah is throwing my whole world into turmoil by asking me out and..everything else. We can't get enough of each other and he doesn't seem to mind that I'm going out with him because he looks identical to my dead husband. Am I going out with him because he looks identical to my dead husband? I can't tell anymore.
Just when I think this situation can't get any more surreal, worlds are going to start colliding when my past catches up to me and collides with my present in the most spectacular, most disastrous possible way. I only hope we're all still standing when the dust clears.