What would it take for Romeo and Juliet to get their happy ending?

At eighteen, I slept with the enemy.
My family couldn’t wring an apology out of me. I refused to regret the love we shared.
So they sent me away, and they made damn sure Roman Maguire never knew where I’d gone—or who I was carrying with me.
Five years later, financial hardship forces me to move back in with my parents. They haven't forgiven me for my betrayal, and they don't let me forget it.
Fine. If it means giving my daughter a better life, I will tolerate any treatment.
Then I learn Roman will be coaching Stella's soccer camp, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he figures out she’s his. They're drawn to each other, bonding over a shared love and natural talent for the game. Soon enough, he's begging to be part of his daughter's life.
I don’t see how I can keep them apart.
Even worse, Roman is every bit the kind, supportive, steadfast man I always imagined he’d become—and even sexier than I'd fantasized. What's more attractive than a man who's good with kids?
So I don’t see how I can resist falling for my first love again when he makes no secret of how badly he still wants me.
But once our feuding families catch wind of it all, I don’t see how this could end in anything other than tragedy.

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their lives in their hands in this angsty, slow burn, small town, standalone steamy romance.