The Goalie and Santa's Little Helper
Kissing my brother’s best friend has been my only Christmas wish for years. But now he’s on my permanent naughty list—and not in a good way.
I’ve been in love with Noah Drake since the day he showed up at our house for a sleepover in junior high. His tussled blond hair and emerald eyes were my obsession, as was his raspy laugh that always seemed to fill our house whenever he was around. When he finally kissed me this past summer, I thought it meant he felt something too. But then he acted like it never happened. And now that he’s the hot shot college hockey goalie with girls literally throwing their panties at him on the ice, he’s gone from being the object of my dreams to the nuisance in my waking nightmares.
To top things off, I’m stuck playing elf to his Santa all winter break. And while he seems determined to pick up where we left off, for some winter fling, I’m equally intent on being the one girl he can’t have. Not anymore.
But when he starts granting wishes to strangers to bring their holiday magic back to life, I can’t help but lend a hand. And soon, his good deeds start to overshadow his past bad ones. And a few slips of his tongue make me start to think maybe he wasn’t blowing me off after our summer kiss. At least, not because he wanted to. So, with so much mistletoe hanging around, maybe I’ll let him catch me standing under it . . . just once. In the spirit of Christmas, of course.
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