That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe

My holly jolly Christmas just went up in smoke. Literally ...



Playing nursemaid to Bradford "Three" Fuller is the last thing I need for Christmas.



But for the next few days, I'm stuck in charge of my ex's sparkling eyes, his ridiculous abs, and his (mostly) accidental kisses.



I don't have a choice.



You see, Three's only hurt because of me. And not like he hurt me a decade ago. Like ... I literally concussed the man with a fire extinguisher.



Still, a make-or-break mission for my parents is what brought me back to the small town where he crushed my tender heart in the first place.



And if I screw up, I risk my mother's approval plus the job at my father's law firm I've worked for my entire life.



So I sure hope Santa stuffs my stocking full of self-control. And a defibrillator.



Because my heart just may be broken by this second chance with Three ...