Holiday Hideaway

by Mary Kay Andrews

“I’ve just arrived at my family’s property here in Piney Point, and I’ve noticed a strange car parked in the driveway.”

“No. Harsh was him disowning my uncle for marrying a Unitarian,” the man said. “Harsh was him boycotting my mom’s funeral because she voted for Hillary Clinton.”

little Christmas tree, set up in the parlor. Has someone been in here?”

with him. It happened a lot. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, let alone dated—smart, successful, and waaay out of his league.

Leaving him had been the easy part, but putting her life back together, starting over from scratch, had been so much harder than she’d ever anticipated.

He decided not to mention the concussion, the broken ankle, or, even more alarming, the gorgeous classmate who’d been camping out in the attic.