The Geek Who Saved Christmas

by Annabeth Albert

But being the fun, single guest was exhausting. I’d had years where I’d attended multiple events, and as much as I loved people, dealing with my lights was a far better distraction from my sorry single state than all those happy clans.

“Don’t do that.” Public displays always made me queasy, right along with the people who popped the question on the jumbotron at halftime at a big game.

Guys our age didn’t crush. I appreciated his aesthetic appeal. That was all. I would offer this same help to anyone. Yeah right. Okay, maybe I didn’t entirely believe my own logic, but I still managed a dismissive laugh.

As usual, he smelled so good that I had to make myself look at the phone and not do something embarrassing like sigh dreamily.