Christmas and I have never gotten along.
Too many lights, too many memories, too much pretending everything's fine.
So when I rolled back into Mistletoe Meadows on my Harley, I swore I'd keep my head down, drink my beer, and get the hell back to Miami before anyone noticed.
Then she walked in.
Molly Bennett. The one girl I never should've wanted—and the only one I can't stop picturing under my tree.
She's all sugar and cinnamon, wrapped in tinsel and trouble.
And me? I'm the Grinch they warned her about.
But the second she looks at me like I'm worth saving, it's over.
Now I'm caught between who I was and who she makes me want to be.
I told myself I'd never fall for Christmas again.
Guess I lied.
Stand alone, no OWD, HEA
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