If You Give A Jerk A Gingerbread (Reindeer Falls, #2)

by Jana Aston

"I wasn't flirting. You were flirting." There. That'll show him. That I'm twelve. Way to spar, Ginger.

"I'm fairly certain that the only thing I'd enjoy more than bantering with you is kissing you."

"Nothing about December is practical, Gingersnap. December is when magic takes over. Embrace it."

"Maybe if I was in your life I wouldn't be distracting you from it."

Sure, I date, but I can't remember the last time a man asked for my phone number in person. I meet guys on dating apps, like a civilized millennial.

"You want to open a restaurant in Reindeer Falls?" I ask, not daring to believe, even though he told me to. Believe in the magic, he said. This is the magic. We're the magic. Love is the magic.

"Only if you'll do it with me, Gingersnap." He says it more earnestly than a man on bended knee proposing. "Let's play bake shop forever." "Yes," I breathe. I'm going to give my heart to Keller James, because he already has it. And I know he's worth it. I know he'll never give it away.