Chapters (43)
- Cover
- Free Downloads
- About Single and Ready to Jingle
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Epilogue
- Free Book
- Cockamamie Unicorn Ramblings
- About Piper & Rayne
- 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.