Coming back to Willow Creek was supposed to be temporary-just a quick stop to help with the Harvest Festival and then disappear back into the life I've built far from this place. But the thing about coming home? The past has a way of creeping up on you, and in a small town like this, it's impossible to escape those old memories. Especially when those memories have a name: Jordan King. The boy who once made me believe in fairy tales now stands in front of me, all grown up and more infuriatingly charming than ever. I swore I was over him, over us, but it turns out, running away from the past doesn't erase it. So, here I am, elbow-deep in cinnamon and small-town gossip, trying to bake my way out of this mess. But Jordan? He's not making it easy. Between bake-offs, old friends, and the pull of what could have been, I'm starting to wonder if coming home was really about closure-or maybe, just maybe, a second chance at something I never quite let go. But can I confront the history we share without getting tangled in it all over again?
