Tic-Tac-Mistletoe (Hartbridge Christmas, #1)

by N.R. Walker

“You’re lucky,” I murmured. “Having a place where you know you belong.”

“Could-haves and should-haves are the hardest parts of hindsight.”

“I like him. He’s such a nice guy. He’s genuine. Do you know how hard it is to find that in a guy?” She raised her hand. “I’m a heterosexual woman. So yes, I do know how hard that is.”

It was probably one of the best days of my life. No exaggerating, no ridiculous pretence.

Finding a place not to call home, but a place that actually feels like home is a privilege.”

You know those movie kisses that never happen in real life? The ones that make you hold your breath and turn your knees to jelly and your insides go all warm and gooey? I can now confirm they do indeed happen in real life. Well, it happens in this Hallmark-Christmas-movie reality I’d crashed my car into.

“I’ve never been with someone I can have TV- and movie-quote conversations with before.”

“Hamish, just go with it. If it lasts a week or a year or if it’s forever, don’t waste happiness. Life’s too fucking short.”

She put her hand on my arm, nodding, a bit teary like me. “Then you take it in both hands and hold it close for as long as you’re able.”