Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

“That’s one good thing about bad days,” I say, as her face falls. “They always end.”

I don’t think we should explore the ocean. Do you mean as a couple or… I think we should just leave it alone. We don’t need to go down there. Ever. We should just stay where we are. No more exploring. What about space? Oh, I don’t think about space. None of my business. Noted.

“My general approach to that part of my life has just been a real head-in-the-sand vibe. If I’m not there, it doesn’t exist. And if it doesn’t exist, it didn’t happen. It makes perfect sense in my mind.” “Please tell me this isn’t something you learned in therapy.” “Oh, no, that’s all me. Much easier than whatever he told me to do.”

Whatever she wants, I’ll give her. I realize that now. How I’ll never be able to say no to this person. How I’m completely at her mercy.

“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.”