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Amber had always laughed off her best friend Margaret’s stories about her son—until recently. At forty-six, Amber knew better than to indulge in fantasies, yet she couldn’t ignore the way her thoughts lingered whenever Margaret casually mentioned him. He wasn’t the gangly youngster she remembered anymore. The one who always referred to her as "Aunt Amber" even though they weren't related. He was a grown man now—confident, strikingly handsome, and, from what she’d heard, doing very well for himself. So when Margaret mentioned, almost in passing, that he’d bought a beachside cottage, something stirred in Amber. A quiet curiosity… or something less innocent. The image of him, older now, standing against a backdrop of sunlit waves, was enough to push her past hesitation. She didn’t call ahead. Instead, Amber made the drive herself, telling no one. The salty breeze greeted her as she stepped out of her car, heart beating faster than she cared to admit. The cottage was charming—weathered wood, wide windows, and the soft sound of the ocean just beyond. She knocked before she could second-guess herself. When the door opened, time seemed to shift. He stood there, taller than she remembered, his presence effortlessly magnetic. Recognition flickered in his eyes, followed by a slow, surprised smile. “Aunt Amber?” She returned the smile, steadying herself despite the unexpected warmth rising in her chest. “Surprise! I was in the area,” she said lightly, though they both knew that wasn’t quite true. “Thought I’d see how you were settling in.” As he stepped aside to let her in, Amber couldn’t help but feel that this unannounced visit might change more than just her afternoon.