When my best friend offers to set me up with her brother on a blind date, I happily agree. I trust her, and I need some good fortune this holiday season.
Except the Grinch doesn’t show.
That’s right—he stands me up. Add that to my list of grievances this Christmas.
But before I resign myself to spending this cheery month alone, searching the neighborhood for stray cats to love on, I meet a guy at a party.
The only serious things about the charming mystery man are his sharp suit and even sharper jawline. It only takes a few minutes to realize he’s just the fun I need after all the drama overwhelming me lately.
After one glass of bubbly and a few laughs to the tune of “Frosty the Snowman,” we steal a kiss under the mistletoe, and my life is forever changed.
But right when I think I couldn’t be happier, I find out my holiday hottie is none other than my best friend’s brother—the smug lawyer who bailed on our blind date without so much as a text or apology.
I should hate him, but it’s too late.
I’m stuck under the mistletoe, replaying our kiss over and over in my head.
When my best friend offers to set me up with her brother on a blind date, I happily agree. I trust her, and I need some good fortune this holiday season.
Except the Grinch doesn’t show.
That’s right—he stands me up. Add that to my list of grievances this Christmas.
But before I resign myself to spending this cheery month alone, searching the neighborhood for stray cats to love on, I meet a guy at a party.
The only serious things about the charming mystery man are his sharp suit and even sharper jawline. It only takes a few minutes to realize he’s just the fun I need after all the drama overwhelming me lately.
After one glass of bubbly and a few laughs to the tune of “Frosty the Snowman,” we steal a kiss under the mistletoe, and my life is forever changed.
But right when I think I couldn’t be happier, I find out my holiday hottie is none other than my best friend’s brother—the smug lawyer who bailed on our blind date without so much as a text or apology.
I should hate him, but it’s too late.
I’m stuck under the mistletoe, replaying our kiss over and over in my head.