I am going to marry Roman Precio. He just doesn't know it yet. Roman might be the stoic, no-nonsense math teacher at the high school where I teach art, but I happen to know the passionate, rule breaking side he keeps hidden under that sweater vest. The hot-blooded man who kisses like he's handing out extra credit. Stolen kisses in my classroom. Forbidden trysts after school. The part of him he only shows to me. Sure, he claims he broke up with me on Halloween. Minor detail. Because this man is clearly end-game and I'm no quitter. So when I show up at his family's Christmas getaway and his relatives immediately adopt me, I take it as a sign. Roman may look shocked to see me, but somewhere under that starched collar, he totally loves me. He just needs a little convincing.