A Very Grumpy Christmas (Arcadian Falls Christmas Book 1)

by Jerica MacMillan

“I understand. But”—she casts a glance over her shoulder—“my brother back there said that all the fairy tale creatures know each other, and so I was figuring maybe you could get a message to an angel? To deliver to my parents in heaven?”

ouch

I wait for her to pull into her garage, then head back to my place without waiting for her to get out. As my own garage closes, I hear a faint, “Hey!” but I happily ignore it as I strip out of my boots and wet outerwear.

Lmaoo what an ass

I’m melting into a puddle of goo at the sight of this big, gruff man doing deep breathing exercises where he pretends to blow on hot cocoa with his six-year-old little sister. There’s something inexplicably hot about a guy taking care of a little kid. Bonus points if said guy is already hot on his own. And discovering this gooey center inside his crusty exterior?

“You want me to be happy.” I nod once. “Yes.” And then he kisses me.

She just wants to make me happy, she said. And I thought, kissing her would make me happy. So I just … did it.

“So you’re his fuck buddy,” she sums up oh-so-eloquently when I finish. I shift my shoulders. “I think I prefer the term friends with benefits.”

She’s fun and easy to be around, she makes me laugh, she makes me … happy. In ways I didn’t think possible for me.

Having a big heart means you can get hurt easily. But sometimes it’s worth risking the hurt to get to experience the joy.”