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

by Alexandria Bellefleur

If she had thought he was beautiful standing in her grandmother’s kitchen, he was breathtaking now, bathed in shades of gold and pink, the setting sun hovering right at the horizon glinting off his skin, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

Her friends were all either married or in serious relationships; a few even had kids. Get-togethers were no longer spur-of-the-moment the way they once were, but rather planned meticulously weeks, if not months, in advance. But Everleigh understood.

And content was easy. Content was safe. Change, on the other hand .

This was no Christmas miracle. Everleigh didn’t believe in those any more than she believed in fate or serendipity or whatever the hell Griffin Brantley wanted to call it. But she did believe people could be good and kind, and that? That was better than any miracle in her book.

What was it with everyone in this town worrying about her? Not that it wasn’t nice, but it was new.

Fair and right and good and kind weren’t givens, but Griffin acted like they were. Like it was no big deal for him to sacrifice his Christmas so his coworkers could spend time with their children. Just like it wasn’t a big deal to finish hanging the lights for a disaster of a girl trying to do her grandmother’s memory justice.