Only Santas in the Building (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #5)

by Alexis Daria

I’m thirty-one and can best be described as “cute.” An ex-boyfriend once called me a “sexy chipmunk” and actually meant it as a compliment. I get carded every single time I buy liquor, and when the clerks check the year on my ID, I get varying expressions of disbelief.

“Evie, if he doesn’t like you at your worst, he doesn’t deserve you at your best.”

It’s easier to stay busy than face the grief of my first Christmas without her.