Can he flirt his way into her heart before the new year?
You're special to me.
I love you.
Let's get married.
All phrases I never want to hear again.
My fiancé broke up with me over the phone mere hours before meeting the love of his life and future wife. He never wanted to marry me. He never wanted me, period. That's the kind of pain girls need to be warned about when they're little.
In the almost two years since the breakup, I've realized that romance is absolute garbage.
I will never fall for another person again. Certainly not Broderick Saxton, that jerk of a newspaper hack who trashed my bakery in a review ten years ago. I don't care that we are living in the same small town or that Christmas is just around the corner with the new year not far behind. No amount of holiday cheer will convince me that Broderick is anything more than the man I love to hate, despite the fact that he's been drumming up a lot of business for my bakery. I couldn't care less that he insists on holding all of his interviews here. And I really, really don't care that his beautiful eyes watch me all the time.
Mr. Holly Jolly can save his flirting for someone else.
Not. Interested.
