chapter 23
Mandi
I couldn’t believe Nic had left me.
I sank down on the kitchen chair, exhausted. My hair was a mess, my jeans were powdered with flour, and there was some funky looking green stain on my shirt. Okay, so in reality Nic hadn’t left me. Christmas was a crazy time at my house. So crazy that when Nic told me his mother had begged him to return to Koppe and make amends with his father, I practically packed his bags for him.
It’d only been two days since he’d left. Only two days since his lips had pressed down passionately onto mine. And I was already regretting that I’d encouraged him to go see his family. The only thing that kept me sane was the forty-eight hour cleaning and cooking marathon.
It seemed like everyone and their dog was coming to our house for dinner. Serious
