Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

still, I felt restless. Incomplete. Everyone else seemed to know their place in the world but me. Like they’d all been let in on some big secret. And no matter how many things I did right, everything always felt wrong.

“What’s your favorite move in the bedroom?” “Megan.” “I’m serious. What if someone asks me? What if we’re having girl talk, and they ask me how good you are at sex?” “I would hope you’d be charitable.” “Come on.” “I don’t have one.” “Everyone has one. Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.” “Show me yours, and I might consider it.” “That’s definitely not in the contract.”

“You’re not a disappointment, Christian. You never have been. But there’s no point to any of this if you’re not happy. And you can tell me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you are. And I don’t think anything you’ve done these last few years has done anything to change that. And that’s what eats at me. That’s what worries me.”