Chapters (48)
- 1. One
- 2. Two
- 3. Three
- 4. Four
- 5. Five
- 6. Six
- 7. Seven
- 8. Eight
- 9. Nine
- 10. Ten
- 11. Eleven
- 12. Twelve
- 13. Thirteen
- 14. Fourteen
- 15. Fifteen
- 16. Sixteen
- 17. Seventeen
- 18. Eighteen
- 19. Nineteen
- 20. Twenty
- 21. Twenty-One
- 22. Twenty-Two
- 23. Twenty-Three
- 24. Twenty-Four
- 25. Twenty-Five
- 26. Twenty-Six
- 27. Twenty-Seven
- 28. Twenty-Eight
- 29. Twenty-Nine
- 30. Thirty
- 31. Thirty-One
- 32. Thirty-Two
- 33. Thirty-three
- 34. Thirty-Four
- 35. Thirty-Five
- 36. Thirty-Six
- 37. Thirty-Seven
- 38. Thirty-Eight
- 39. Thirty-Nine
- 40. Forty
- 41. Forty-One
- 42. Forty-Two
- 43. Forty-three
- 44. Epilogue
- Afterword
- Also by
- Acknowledgments
- About Author
He chuckled at me and leaned back, mimicking my stance. “I warned you on the plane, Little Grinch. I’ve got the magic touch when it comes to wooing people.” He wiggled his long fingers.
The nickname made my lips twitch briefly, but I sealed them. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to get us out of going tomorrow.”
He cocked a brow. “Oh. No, no, no. You’re going tomorrow and you’re going to have the time of your life. Don’t forget that I told you I’m going to give you the best Christmas you've ever had. Can’t have the best Christmas if you don’t go skiing.” His grin was like a mischievous cat, and I didn’t trust it—no matter how attractive it was.
I groaned. “Finn. We can’t seriously do this. I haven’t even known you a full 24 hours and we cannot pull this off. Did you not notice how bad I was at that? I’m a terrible actress.” Finn put the car in reverse and headed to the highway.
“I think you’re underestimating my skills. I’ll take care of everything and all you have to do is sit around and get Christmas-y.”
I pointed my finger left when we got to a stop light to signal him to turn.
“I think you’re insane,” I told him. This guy needed to see a psychiatrist.
He simply chuckled and continued driving. He followed my directions and we argued back and forth about our reasoning with the soft music in the background. Soon, Finn pulled into the driveway of my parents’ home.
“Wow, nice place. You grew up here?” He took in the view of the two-story cabin.
I muttered quietly, “Mhm.”
I often forget how nice the cabin is sometimes. With tall floor-to-ceiling windows and wooden shiplap covering the walls, Mom always had the place immaculate. She would go all out for Christmas especially, stringing lights across every surface and buying the tallest Christmas tree she could find. Cozy blankets could be found in every corner of the house, and an apple cinnamon candle was lit at all times. It used to be my safe haven. Now I looked at the beautiful cabin like it was a haunted house full of the ghosts of my past.
“Man, I would’ve killed for this. I grew up in a tiny house in Carbondale. This would have been my dream.” I held back the frown that threatened to poke through my neutral face.
“It was a good first home,” is all I can manage to let slip. He doesn’t need to know any other details of what went down in this house.