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Sending the Christmas hating Grinch to Vogue Magazine’s Prettiest Place for Christmas was one thing. But this was a hundred times worse for me, because there was only one orphanage in Northland… and it was the one I’d grown up in. Fuck that. No way in hell I’ll be going home for Christmas. Not this year, not any year.
Not even the strongest of grudges could withstand the power of Saint Nick on a mission, and right now… he had a point to make. Fuck, I was done for.
A girl never forgot her first love, and in my case, I had three. That shit stuck on the mind and soul for eternity.
Nick scoffed. “We were never just friends, Rayne. You were—are—the sun of our solar system.”
