Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

the little tug inside that made me walk her home in the first place, the pulling curiosity that doesn’t want to say goodbye just yet. The one that says screw it. “I’d love to.”

Not when it’s just a step on the ladder. A ladder to what, I’m not sure, but I was taught to climb it, and so climb I do.

“Just give me a shot,” I say. “For old time’s sake.” “Old time’s sake?” “Yeah. Where’s your village loyalty?” “In the village graveyard,”

“A runaway bride is a lot cheaper than a divorce. And a lot more fun.”

“I learned that I needed to find myself before I could find someone else.”

I would trust Christian Fitzpatrick with my life, and lying here before him, I realize with complete certainty that I trust him with my heart too. Wherever that may lead me.

And the fire crackles and the fairy lights dance, and I feel so warm and so cherished and so loved that I know what this is, whatever we have, it’s different. It’s different. It’s different. It’s different.

“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.”