Chapters (59)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- About the Author
- Booklist
- Dedication
- The St. James Affair
- 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
- Candlelight Christmas
- Part One
- No-Process-Pickles
- Prologue
- Part Two
- Massive Spaghetti Feed
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Part Three
- Beer-Cheese-Spread
- Chapter Four
- Part Four
- Eggnog Pancakes with Whiskey Butter
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Part Five
- Maple Bacon Bread Pudding
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Part Six
- Walking Dead Sugar Cookies
- Chapter Twelve
- Part Seven
- Seductive Hot Chocolate
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Epilogue
- Excerpt from The Apple Orchard by Susan Wiggs
Her life seemed to be taking an unanticipated turn. She thought she’d come here simply to survive the holidays away from her family. And now here she was with this new thing happening to her. This...romance. Really, there was no other word for it. She was swept into a lovely swirl of emotion, one that freed her heart and filled her with joy, gently unspooling the tension she’d been holding on to from the past. He turned his head and gently kissed her temple. “That was nice,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said. “But there’s something I don’t understand.”
“What’s that?”
“This is supposed to be awkward,” she said. “We’re new, it’s our first time, so...why isn’t this awkward?”
“Because it’s the real thing. It’s not awkward, because it’s real.”
“How do you know that? We barely know each other.”
“I know stuff.” He laughed softly. “I’m smarter than I look.”
“What stuff?” she asked. “I mean, you’re the first man I’ve wanted to make love to since my marriage. If you’re so smart, you’d realize this is probably rebound sex.”
“As opposed to what?”
“The kind of sex you have when you realize you’re over your failed marriage and you’re ready to move on, and you find someone you click with and you realize you’re not reacting to the past but to right now.”
“I think you just answered your own question.” He trailed his finger along her jawline, then down over her shoulder. “This is not a rebound,” he said.
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“Because I’m not letting you go.”
Her heart surged with excitement. Happiness. She wished the feeling could go on forever.
And this was unfortunate, because she could not see a way for the situation to sort itself out in the long term. Logan was incredible, but there was a red flag as big and bright as the cape of a matador. He claimed he wanted—he needed—a woman who wanted children, not just Charlie but babies, too. She couldn’t promise him that. It just felt too risky, too fraught with pitfalls. She wasn’t ready now and couldn’t be certain she’d ever be.
“There are things you don’t know about me,” she confessed. “Things that would make a big difference in the way you feel. Things that would tell you that this might not be the right move for either of us.”