My Phony Valentine (Holidays with Hart, #1)

by Courtney Walsh

“So, sorry, Sugar Bear.”

People don’t always let us become who we are. They try to keep us in the box of who we were.

His laugh is so honest, I want to bottle it up and take it home with me.

Sometimes there are moments when someone says something to you, and as soon as they say it, you’re awash with a calm you didn’t have before.

“We fit,” I blurt out. He looks confused for a moment. “What?” “On the couch when we fall asleep. When I hug you when you’re hurting. When you protect me from the world.” I look up at him. “We fit.”