Welcome to Mistletoe Bay, where love happens one snow-dusted kiss at a time.
I only signed up for the dating app to help my neighbor beta test it. That’s the story I’m sticking to. It’s definitely not because the holidays get a little lonely.
Or because the only men in my life lately have spines made of paper and live on the library shelves. Then I matched with him. Rhett Jennings.
Mistletoe Bay’s handyman and owner of the Red Barn Hardware store. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with the perfect man bun. He looks exactly like one of the heroes on the cover of a romance novel.
Casual messages quickly turn into flirty jokes and late-night conversations. One date turns into two. Now every time I see his name pop up on my phone, I can’t help smiling like an idiot.
And when the library’s Christmas display comes crashing down in a storm of tinsel and glitter?
He’s the one who shows up with a tool belt, a crooked grin, and that maddeningly patient way of looking at me.
He says he’s just fixing a few shelves. But, I think I’ve finally found my very own Prince Charming.
