Merry Ever After (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

The farmer could have a mean streak or mommy issues. A pet boa constrictor roaming freely about his house. Perhaps he chats about agriculture with a mannequin propped up in his kitchen. Who knows.

Lord, I’ve been lonely for so long, I’d settle for him scratching behind my ears.

I experience a sudden welling of envy toward whoever gets to call these two his family.

I raise an eyebrow. She raises one back. I put mine down.

“They don’t make jeans that fit me, and they don’t make many women that fit me, either.”

Why am I so turned on watching him eat his fourth grilled cheese?