The holiday spirit is the last thing on my mind, and he’s focused on his new beginning. But one mistletoe moment might change everything.
Callie
Spending the holidays alone for the first time in four years wasn’t exactly on my wish list. But with a major shake-up at work and more changes than I ever saw coming, embracing my new reality seems like the only option.
And then there’s Travis—charming, handsome, and a Texas drawl that could make any woman weak in the knees. But is it too soon to start something new? I’ve been out of the dating game for a while, and maybe this season is meant for family, friends, and finding joy in my new season.
One thing’s for sure—I’m in no hurry for Christmas to arrive.
Travis
Christmas in the Northeast? In the freezing cold? Yeah, not exactly my idea of home. But turning down this job offer wasn’t an option—it’s the kind of opportunity that doesn’t come around every day.
Still, spending the holidays away from everything and everyone I love is tougher than I expected. And then there’s Callie. I never planned to meet someone like her, let alone work so closely with her.
Now I’m left wondering… is taking this risk worth everything I’ve worked for?
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“Callie, I know
this isn’t a typical holiday season for you. I can’t imagine how you are
feeling now that…things are different without ...”
“You can say his name, Hannah.”
“Joey,” she says softly. “I’m sorry. I know this is a
difficult time.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry. I asked him to set a
wedding date, and he said he wasn’t ready and didn’t know when he would be.
That pretty much told me everything I needed to know. Our goals were not
exactly as aligned as I thought they were.”
She places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle
squeeze. “I’m really proud of you.”
“Proud? For getting dumped?”
“No. For not settling,” she explains. “And for letting me
drag you into crazy holiday chaos instead of spending the night alone,
binge-watching TV shows you’ve seen a hundred times.”
I laugh under my breath. “You’re not wrong. This is good
for me—I always do better when I’m busy.”
“You might even enjoy yourself at the festive family
night,” she says, tying another bow in less than two seconds.
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be a blast,” I say flatly. “Hundreds
of children, awkward small talk, and tacky decor. I’m all in.”
She giggles. “By the way, Anna’s new friend is coming
with us. Her name’s Mia. She’s such a sweetheart.”
“Cool,” I say, biting my lip as I attempt another bow.
“And her dad’s meeting us there.”
I glance up. “Okay?”
“He’s a very nice guy…”
I narrow my eyes at her. “That’s great. Is there a reason
you’re telling me this?”
She conveniently avoids making eye contact with me.
“Hannah…”
“Yes?”
“What are you up to?”
“I’m not up to anything,” she says, innocently. “I just
thought it might be nice for you to meet a new friend.”
I stare at her. I should’ve known she was up to
something. She was very insistent that I go to the festive family night.
She shrugs. “Anyway, he’s single. And nice. He has a good
job. And he’s very—”
“Stop right there,” I interrupt. “No setups. You
promised.”
“I didn’t set you up,” she says. “I
merely mentioned that a single, employed man who also happens to be a devoted
father will be in the same vicinity as you.”
“Oh, well in that case,” I say, rolling my eyes again.
She smirks and reaches over to take the mangled ribbon
from my hands. “Here, let me help. You’re not exactly grasping the bow tying
process here.”
“I didn’t get Mom’s crafty gene like you,” I mutter.
She laughs. “No. But you certainly inherited the moody
gene from her.”
“I’m not the only one,” I tell her.
She holds up a perfectly wrapped box, complete with an
elaborate gold bow. “See? We make a good team.”
“Always,” I say. “You do the work, and I’m here for moral
support.”
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