Christmas and I aren’t on speaking terms. Not since I got left at the altar in front of my entire town. Now December hits like a personal attack—twinkle lights, carols, and casseroles from women who think I need “checking in on.” Save it. I’m a firefighter. I run toward flames. I don’t jingle, I don’t deck halls, and I don’t fall in love at Christmas. Except? My sister’s best friend, sunshine and chaos incarnate, is back home. She’s in my way. And in a sick twist of fate, she’s running the entire Yuletide Fest—while I get assigned as her safety officer. So now I’m stuck shadowing her through parades, cocoa disasters, Christmas markets, and every holiday mishap she accidentally summons like it’s her superpower. And the more we’re forced together, the harder it is to pretend she’s not still under my skin. Her smile wrecks me. Her optimism makes me crazy. Her lips… Yeah, I remember exactly what they taste like. I swore I’d never get tangled up in tinsel or feelings again. But the way this woman sets me on fire? That’s one blaze I refuse to put out. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston