Until her two big romantic disasters, Gina had always loved Christmas. She’d even loved even her mother’s annual frenzy of errands and recipes and last-minute crises. Since her Olympic fiasco and her divorce, she’d struggled through the holiday season and only been able to breathe freely once she’d reached the week before New Year’s. That time always felt like a pause for breath.
But this Christmas, she had a secret. That changed everything. Catching Kirk’s eye as he passed the chestnut-mushroom stuffing down the table to her, she felt her cheeks heat. Could people tell that they’d stayed up most of the night, snuggled in each other’s arms? Had anyone noticed when he kissed her under the hanging copper pan in the kitchen, as if it was mistletoe? What about when he touched her knee under t
