The pretty single morn with the ten-year-old son looked hauntingly, sweetly familiar. Jennifer Anderson defiantly claimed she didn't know Cliff King, never had. Yet her child was Cliff's spitting image. Suddenly Cliff remembered: a sun-kissed sailboat, one intimate afternoon...the innocent young thing he'd seduced exactly ten years--and nine months--ago. The bachelor dad was aghast. Yet the son he'd never dreamed of, the bride he'd never had, soon stirred up more than memories. Dizzy with unfamiliar urges, indescribable longings, would Cliff unwittingly tear his ready-made family asunder? Or could he finally make it whole?