Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

“Pick your poison,” he says, gesturing to the dashboard where a screen shows a range of music apps. “I get to choose?” “You are the passenger princess, which means you can do whatever you like.”

It’s something people rarely talk about when they discuss breakups, especially with long-term relationships. You lose a partner, you might lose their friends, but you also lose their family.

“If I start crying, just remember that’s manly now,” Christian says, following me blindly. “Toxic masculinity is dead.”

“Go out with me,” he demands. “Or what?” “Or you’ll break my heart, Megan O’Sullivan.” And just like that, my teasing mood vanishes.

But maybe I should have kissed her goodbye. I definitely should have kissed her goodbye. I stand on the porch, annoyed with myself as I watch her drive off.

“You weren’t completely off base. Not like I ever had a real relationship before.” “Just because they weren’t meant to last forever doesn’t mean they weren’t real.”

“I’ve been searching for something my whole life, and nothing’s ever clicked. And I think it’s because I was looking for you.”