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The lobby coffee shop looked like the bastard love child of a Hallmark movie and an ugly Christmas sweater.
It was just after three in the afternoon, but it was five o’clock somewhere, and there was no way I was doing this without a drink.
Although I never kissed anyone’s ass, I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut when it was necessary.
Damien was an asshole, especially to women, and he needed to stay away from my assistant.
“You’re the cutest. But the last thing I need in my life right now is a gentleman. Or any sort of man.” Especially one with coal in place of a heart.
That mask you wear that hides the fact that your heart is made of coal.
“To big feelings, complications, and the friends who help you find your way through them.”
My disdain for Christmas hadn’t been about the holiday—not really. It had been about the memories I’d associated with it and the loneliness I’d been denying. I’d hated Christmas because it represented everything I’d wanted and hadn’t thought I deserved. Community, family, love.
For too long, I’d tried to freeze out what I felt—the hurt, the shame, the disappointment. The ice around my heart had kept those buried, but they’d also kept out love.
