Amber Wright has one goal this Christmas: survive it.
Between her son’s impossible-to-assemble bike, a half-finished bottle of wine, and the ghost of a marriage gone wrong, she’s barely holding it together.
Then a stranger’s voice crackles through her son’s walkie-talkie, warm, kind, and wickedly funny. “Saint Nick,” he calls himself. He’s a neighbor. A good one.
The kind who checks in on her and makes her laugh when she forgets how. But the more they talk, the less neighborly it feels.
What starts as lighthearted banter turns into late-night confessions, laughter, and a spark that lingers long after the signal fades.
Saint Nick seems nice…but Amber can’t shake the feeling he might also be a little naughty. Maybe she should invite him over and find out?
