Chapters (50)
- Dedication
- About This Book
- 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 NINTEEN
- 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
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
“That’s a hell of an idea,” Noah admitted, brushing the thought aside. Cat could hook up with whomever she chose. It was none of his business.
“She’s full of them,” Henry nodded. “Did you know she showed up here the morning after the storm so she could convince the network to do the special here instead of some done-to-death neighbor-versus-neighbor decorating contest?”
“Cat was here?”
“She got worried when she couldn’t get through to the Hais. Came up here with a field producer and shot footage for ten hours so the network couldn’t say no. Rumor has it she even spent some time on a rescue boat.”
Noah was shaking his head. “That can’t be true.”
Drake grinned. “Face it, man. She’s not the person you thought she was.”
“She cares. Deeply. And she’s going to do everything in her power to make sure the people of Merry get their Christmas,” Henry added.
Noah scraped a hand through his hair. Could he have been this wrong about her? Could his stubborn, immobile moral code be flawed? He thought about what she said about Sara. Was his dedication to responsibility, his need for control, really cutting him off from life? When had his world gotten so damn small?
“You look a little sick. You want some wings?” Drake offered.
Noah tried to remember the last time he’d had anything deep fried and coated with blue cheese.
“Yeah. You know what? I do want wings.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cat dragged the heavy glass door open and ushered Paige and her mother inside, leaving the late autumn chill outside. The Workshop was the only bar within ten miles of Merry, and Cat was in desperate need of a good buzz. She’d invited her mom and Paige along to keep her from buying a carton of eggs and going to town on Noah’s house on her way back to her trailer.
In any other town in the world, the bar would be decorated with neon beer signs and flat screens with football on them. In Merry, the top shelf liquor was framed by a light-up Santa’s sleigh. There was a scrap of a dance floor in the corner painted in candy cane stripes. Regular patrons could purchase their own mugs, etched with their official elf names. All servers wore Santa hats.
It was both ridiculous and charming.
“I’m getting a Cosmo,” Angela announced, rubbing her palms together in anticipation. “I’m sorry you had a bad day, sweetie, but I’m glad I get to be part of the ‘blowing off steam’ portion of the evening.”