![]() I’ve got one week to do everything, say everything I’ve never dared. But as Christmas lays its mantle of magic over Kentbury, she drops a bomb-she’s following a dream to New York City. Cassie’s the best part of me, and Knightly’s been there every step of the way. ![]() For all eight years of Cassie’s life, Knightly’s been my anchor. Lost my MIT scholarship, came home to fix cars and romance Kentbury’s female tourists-until I wound up a single father. Maybe the best Christmas gift I can give him-and myself-is to turn in the keys to my B&B and put some distance between us. Why? If I tell him I love him, I’ll lose him and his adorable daughter. Since before I could walk, he’s been my champion. ![]() That I’m immune to that wide jaw, taut body, and the unique woodsy-aftershave-engine-oil scent that makes my ovaries explode. If practice makes perfect, I should excel at pretending that Heath Miller doesn’t affect me. ![]()
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