My tires crunch over the white snow as I head down the main drag back out toward the highway. It’s as beautiful as I thought it would be in the daylight—and still as festive.

“Good morning, Christmas crooners. It’s Bob back with you this morning. What is it you want to hear today? What are your plans? We’re one day closer to the best day of the year, so tell me, what can we do for you today?”

I laugh. “Bob? Are you my fairy godfather because I kind of think you are.”

“Yes. You are right. All the above. I wish that for you.”

I shake my head, lost in my thoughts about a torrid night between the sheets and the man I left behind. Then shift over to Sophie and Luke and how I want to finish their story . . . but then they return to Saint.

Dreamy, sexy Saint Nick.

It’s only when I turn onto the highway and my notebook falls open that I see the note he left me.

Harley-

Thank you for a night I’ll not soon forget. Maybe I can return the favor someday.

I told you everyone needs a little magic. Who knew I needed some too?

Thank you for being that magic.

-Saint

It takes everything I have not to turn around and go back, but I don’t.

Because isn’t this perfect? Isn’t this something Luke would write to Sophie?

But I’m going to have her turn around.

I’m going to have her go back and tell the man she loves that he’s her everything.

And the thoughts keep rolling through my mind as I drive home.

Epilogue

Harley

One month later

“I think we'll order take out,” I say to Rex, my furry rescue mutt. His tail thumps as I pull open my laptop to figure out what to order.

The sleet is wreaking havoc outside my windows on the city below.

But we still have power, and I have a new book to get started on. A new world to create. A new story to get lost in.

My phone alerts a text, and I dismiss the unknown number . . . that is until I see the text: I’m here. In your city. Do you think we could meet up, or I could come over? I’m missing your magic. I’m missing you.

About the Author

New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary romance novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate but can’t help to love.

A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow and her mind scattered in too many different directions.