The Christmas Tree Farm (Dream Harbor, #3)

by Laurie Gilmore

The mother in front of them lifted her still prone daughter and moved her a few feet forward and then placed her back in the dirt. The little girl smiled up at her with the face of an angel. Kids were terrifying.

Although, as she watched him move around her kitchen pouring coffee and scrambling eggs, she couldn’t picture getting tired of this.

Describe yourself in two words. Selfish and stupid. That was her. But people could only change so much at one time, right? She didn’t want to sprain something.

The lies we tell ourselves are often stronger than the truth.

First thing in the morning, covered in dirt, sweaty from that insane hot yoga she did; in any and all ways, he found this woman to be gorgeous.