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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. About the Author
  5. Booklist
  6. Dedication
  7. The St. James Affair
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Candlelight Christmas
  24. Part One
  25. No-Process-Pickles
  26. Prologue
  27. Part Two
  28. Massive Spaghetti Feed
  29. Chapter One
  30. Chapter Two
  31. Chapter Three
  32. Part Three
  33. Beer-Cheese-Spread
  34. Chapter Four
  35. Part Four
  36. Eggnog Pancakes with Whiskey Butter
  37. Chapter Five
  38. Chapter Six
  39. Chapter Seven
  40. Chapter Eight
  41. Part Five
  42. Maple Bacon Bread Pudding
  43. Chapter Nine
  44. Chapter Ten
  45. Chapter Eleven
  46. Part Six
  47. Walking Dead Sugar Cookies
  48. Chapter Twelve
  49. Part Seven
  50. Seductive Hot Chocolate
  51. Chapter Thirteen
  52. Chapter Fourteen
  53. Chapter Fifteen
  54. Chapter Sixteen
  55. Chapter Seventeen
  56. Chapter Eighteen
  57. Chapter Nineteen
  58. Epilogue
  59. Excerpt from The Apple Orchard by Susan Wiggs

“How?” she’d asked. “By phone? E-mail? No, thanks.”

He had kissed her just once that night, but it had made every subsequent kiss thereafter pale in comparison. And then, only half joking, he had said, “Same time next year?”

Despite the futility of a romance between them, they’d both kept their promise. Christmas Eve, sophomore year. Elaine stealing away from the St. James affair, Tony making himself late for midnight mass. They spotted each other across the ice and met in the middle. Both of them knew that whatever spark they’d initially felt hadn’t dimmed.

“So we’re starting this forbidden Romeo-and-Juliet thing, eh?” he’d said, and then when he’d laughed and kissed her again, she’d had the strong and undeniable conviction that their attraction was something rare and not easily dismissed. But she was leaving for St. Kitts the next day, he had to go back to hockey, and it was all completely impossible. They’d even joked about the way the world was conspiring to keep them apart.

They’d indulged in a brief fantasy. She would transfer to Notre Dame, live in the sorority house across the street from his frat... The very idea had made her laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

“The thought of my father paying for me to go to a Catholic college in the midwest.”

“Hey, it’s Notre Dame. People respect Domers.”

“But they don’t send their daughters to school with them.”

Yet their lives had crossed a third time the following Christmas Eve. Elaine could still picture how he’d looked after waiting for her in the cold. Ears and nose red, eyes aglow with pleasure at the sight of her. This time, there was no pretense of surprise or coy declaration of “I was just passing by...” Each admitted that they’d come looking for the other, that the past year had been endless, the urge to track the other down almost irresistible. But they hadn’t wanted to disturb the magic that happened each Christmas Eve. Meeting in between was like knowing what your presents were early. They were young. It was a game. But they both knew it was turning into something more.