They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
They never mentioned anything about an unexpected bun in the oven.

As Grand Lake's favorite baker, I've mastered every recipe except love.
Then Carson Matthews walked into my shop, his adorable daughter begging for cupcakes, and suddenly my carefully measured life got a lot more complicated.

One taste was all it took.
A single earth-shattering night of passion, and I fell harder than a failed soufflé.
But Carson's heart is still haunted by his late wife's memory, and he's made it clear there's no room for seconds in his life.

I told myself I could handle keeping it casual.
That I could forget the way his kisses taste sweeter than any dessert I've ever made.
I almost convinced myself I was okay with walking away—until those two pink lines appeared and changed everything.

Now I'm carrying more than just a torch for the grieving single dad.
I'm carrying his child.

And in a town small enough to notice when the local baker starts craving pickles with her pastries, keeping this secret is about to get messy.