Heartache is especially vicious over the holidays. But when Clay McCade walked in and saw me, elbow-deep in a trashcan, saving my called-off wedding invitations, his warm chuckle made me smile and my skittish heart started to beat again. What’s the worst thing that could happen if a silver-eyed, army boy from next door comes home before Thanksgiving and wants to catch up before he ships off? It's not like I'm going to fall in love with the guy. One car ride, and a late-night piece of chocolate cake later, I fell for Clay so hard the ground cracked and my heart swung its doors wide open. I never had such a fun Thanksgiving and looked forward to Christmas for the first time in years. But the reality was, Clay would soon be gone. Possibly for good. With my life rooted in Pine Haven, lovingly pinned in place by my family and passion for photography, my holiday fling with Clay would need a Christmas miracle in order to turn into a real relationship. Will Clay and I have a picture-perfect ending, or will my heart be shattered beyond repair by the new year?