The Gingerbread Bakery (Dream Harbor, #5)

by Laurie Gilmore

Annie rolled her eyes and made a point of tugging her hat down over her ears. It looked soft and cozy. Damn it, he was an idiot. He wished he had a hat. And mittens. And lined boots.

He could have said bats, because that was true. They were essentially flying mice with fangs which was objectively terrifying.

He knew he shouldn’t kiss her. Despite what fairy tales would have you believe, he knew a girl should be conscious for that, but God, was it tempting with her lips right there.

you want things to be perfect because you think being perfect shows people that you love them, and a little piece of you believes they would love you less if you weren’t.’

If this man was her Christmas miracle, she would like to file a complaint with Santa or the baby Jesus or whoever was in charge, because the only miracle here would be if she didn’t kill or kiss Mac before the wedding was over. And either option felt equally ill-advised.

What was ice fishing with the bride’s cousins compared with giving up sex with the woman of his dreams to go pick up two old ladies who’d gone rogue? He was kicking Noah’s ass at this. Not that Noah knew they were competing. But Mac was totally winning best groomsman.