‘Tis the season for second chances, and mine just walked back into my life wearing a perfectly tailored tux and a Scrooge-worthy scowl.
Zane Mercer—the same bad boy who used to steal my dark chocolate espresso cookies in high school—is somehow even more delicious ten years later.
Thanks to his younger brother Asher’s generous investment and business mentoring, my best friend Ivy and I are finally opening our dream bakery in downtown Chicago.
Everything was sugar and spice until Zane started showing up, criticizing our plans while undressing me with those ice-blue eyes.
I can’t tell if he wants to shut us down or pin me under the mistletoe.
