Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

“It’s Christmas Day. If I can’t eat chocolate spread for breakfast on Christmas Day, then when can I?” She taps the jar. “I feel like you’re not in the festive spirit.” “I feel like you need to eat a bag of spinach.”

“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.” His voice turns thick. “I’m falling in love with you,” he says and my heart squeezes like a fist. “I’m falling hard and fast and I don’t want to stop. But I don’t expect you to feel the same way. I swear, I don’t. We can take this slow, and if that means breaks or time apart, then we can do that. But I want you to know where I stand. I want to spend next Christmas with you, Megan. And every day in between. I want to wake up knowing I’m going to see you. I want to know everything there is to know about you and I want to start right now.”