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Chapters (43)
  1. Cover
  2. Free Downloads
  3. About Single and Ready to Jingle
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Epilogue
  40. Free Book
  41. Cockamamie Unicorn Ramblings
  42. About Piper & Rayne
  43. Also by Piper Rayne

Damn it. The way she’s looking at me with such hope in her eyes makes me wish I could tell her it did. But I don’t want to lie to her.

“Not really.” I cringe.

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Let’s go look at some Christmas windows and see if that will do the trick.”

She takes my hand, and we cross the street over to Saks and walk around, discovering more Christmas cheer that’s supposed to kick-start my pathetic heart into loving the holiday.

But none of them makes me feel anything more than being with Kenzie already does. My heart has been kick-started, it just has nothing to do with Christmas.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kenzie

My nose is frozen and starting to run and my feet are growing numb because of how long we’ve been outside walking around. Still, I don’t want our night to end.

Ever since the first kiss we shared, all I want to do is spend time with Andrew. Which seems crazy given my first impression of him. But since I’ve gotten to know him, I’ve discovered a different side to him. He’s not the pompous, difficult asshole I once thought he was.

Oh sure, he can be that at times, but it’s not the whole of who he is.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing,” he says.

“Same.”

To my delight, it doesn’t seem as if he wants the night to end either. “I was wondering… since we’re not that far from my place… any chance you want to head back there for some hot chocolate?” He grips the back of his neck in what I think is a nervous gesture, which I find charming.

“How can I resist an invitation for hot chocolate?”

He smiles and takes my hand again. He lives in Lenox Hill, so we make our way to the Upper East Side, chatting along the way. His building looks to be built prewar and has a charm that my brother’s doesn’t. We make our way inside and head up to the top level where he unlocks his apartment and motions for me to enter ahead of him.