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

by Jana Aston

Comparison is the thief of joy, and this is my dream. Just because my dreams are smaller in nature doesn't make them any less important or valid.

"This town, the people. You. It all reminds me of what's really important. Of what I'm missing." "What are you missing, exactly?" "Something real."

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

"Well. I suppose any of those things could happen," he agrees, which is the best sort of comfort, isn't it? No one wants to hear that their fears are too crazy to be validated. "But what if they don't?"

"Do you think I kiss just anyone, Gingersnap?" Keller murmurs only loud enough for me to hear. "The way I kissed you yesterday?"

A naughty elf would want a farmhouse sink to clean sex toys, not babies.

"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.