I've waited a year to see her again.
Last Christmas at the Cookie Swap Fundraiser we ended up knocking boots in the prize room.
Best damn day of my life.
When the opportunity arose, I was quick to volunteer to work with her.
I'm not a baker.
But my granddad is.
So is her grams.
The only problem is, our grandparents have a lifetime rivalry going on.
And they've put me and her smack dab in the middle.
Warring.
Fighting.
Food fights out of control.
We decide to band together to keep them from killing each other.
What I hadn't expected was to fall for her.
Since I was left at the altar, I've been a one-man show.
But the more time we spend together, the more I want her.
Now, I have to figure out a way to make her stay.
