Merriment and Mayhem (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #4)

by Alexandria Bellefleur

She had a roof over her head and a job she liked and . . . she was content. Just occasionally, when she was in a funk, the kind of melancholy mood that had an awful tendency to creep up on her around holidays and birthdays and special occasions, Everleigh would wish for more. As the pages on the calendar seemed to pass by quicker every year, Everleigh’s yearning for that undefined thing grew.

“If you knew half the thoughts I’ve had about you, saint would be the very last thing you’d dream of calling me.”