Jess Donnegan has hated me for a decade. I still don’t know why. Didn’t stop me wanting her then.
Doesn’t stop me now—especially when we get roped into co-chairing the Twelve Stops of Christmas together.
Forced proximity I can handle. But when her coffee truck goes up in flames, and I’m the one dragging her out, the universe hands me another chance I’m not about to ignore. Saving her?
That’s firefighter reflex. Helping her rebuild? Easy. Staying unaffected when she’s close? Impossible.
Because under all that sharp, black-cat attitude is the woman I’ve been half in love with since high school—and the spark between us is a match begging for the strike.
She thinks I’m just doing my good-guy routine. But she’s wrong.
I don’t show up like this for anybody else. I show up for her.
If she’ll finally let me.
