This is my first trip home in nearly four years. I haven't been back for a very good reason--and his name is Hunter Beckett.
My parents need my help over Christmas break, so I've agreed to return during the semester break against my better judgment.
Kisses under the mistletoe. Family pictures in front of the numerous decorations. Christmas in Cringle Cove is a magical time for everyone else who visits--just not for me.
Four long years away without a single glance backward. I'm THISCLOSE to college graduation. One week around the chocolate-with-flecks-of-gold-eyed devil and I'm THISCLOSE to giving in to him all over again.
Hunter should come with a warning label: MISTLETOE NOT REQUIRED.
