If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

I’d get to see him. A lot, apparently. And I was…embarrassingly excited about that.

In my defense, Ben Montgomery was a total snack. Not that I’d tap that, because I wouldn’t. Family, duh. And I was only here temporarily. I’d be leaving right before Christmas Eve, so there was no reason to shake the foundation that Miles had painstakingly built. But still—I could look at him and think that, couldn’t I? In the privacy of my own head. It wasn’t illegal to want to climb him like a tree.

I’ve never carved a pumpkin before. It looks fun.

And when he glanced up at me, grin softer than before, a private, giddy thing, I decided right then and there that I would make him smile like that as many times as I possibly could before he went back home, my dignity and dislike of the holidays be damned.

“Don’t you mean, hang on tight spider monk—eeeeeeee!” My screech turned into laughter as the sled pushed off and the world blurred white.

“My uncle died once,” Rosie proudly told him, voice still full of giggles. “He’s okay now,” Jane added, her tiny voice morose. “Y’all are creepy,” Robin countered with a laugh,