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Tic-Tac-Mistletoe (Hartbridge Christmas, #1) Tic-Tac-Mistletoe by N.R. Walker
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“He’s gay, he’s single, he owns his own business. He lives in a cute-as-hell cabin-type house. He’s sweet and funny, and Liv, I don’t think you understand. He even named his dog Chutney from Legally Blonde. And he has little shoes for her so she can walk in the snow.”
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“Then yes, we should leave early. Hurry up and shower. How do you have your eggs?” “Um, in a Cadbury’s chocolate Easter egg basket, if I’m being totally honest.”
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“I feel like I landed in a Hallmark movie or something. Scenic mountains, small town, snowstorm, rescued by the handsome stranger who also happens to have the local hardware store.”
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“So I apologised to Diane Keaton and watched Hugh Jackman in the movie Australia instead.”
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“Then something big and dark and remarkably bear-shaped tapped on my driver’s window and scared the ever-loving shite out of me so bad, I let out a high-pitched scream of terror, and I swear to God, I almost peed a little. Chapter Two Reynold Brooks “Are you sure?”
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“Driving in a different country, on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road, honestly couldn’t be too hard. People did it all the time.”
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“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.”
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“Quote Schitt’s Creek? Yes, he did. It’s how we communicate. It’s prettier than interpretive dance.”
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“Are you a serial killer? I really hope you’re not a serial killer, though to be honest, I’d probably just roll with it at this point.”
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“Frazzled and trying not to cry— Yes, cry. A thirty-one-year-old man can cry; shove your toxic masculinity in your cakehole and stop judging me.”
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