All by My Elf (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #3)

by Olivia Dade

As she’d discovered upon moving to Virginia for college, people in this area of the country treated snowfall with a bizarre mixture of nonchalance and downright terror. If they weren’t panic-purchasing twelve loaves of bread, eight gallons of milk, and every AA battery in existence, they were blithely rolling out for a leisurely drive in their bald-tired, no-wheel-drive compact cars without their headlights on.

The man had her pegged. Unfortunately, not in the way she would have preferred.

The snow was already melting away to nothing, because . . . Virginia.