The kiss haunted Tessa long after the Christmas festivities had ended. She couldn’t shake the feeling of Ethan’s lips against hers, nor the way he looked at her—as if he could see right through the walls she’d carefully built around herself.
Still, she told herself it was nothing more than a momentary lapse. After all, Ethan was her brother’s best friend. He’d been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, but that didn’t mean they could be anything more.
But fate seemed determined to throw them together.
Two days later, Ethan showed up at her parents’ house, offering to help fix the broken heater in the guest room.
“Convenient timing,” Tessa muttered as she let him in.
“I’m just being neighborly,” he said with a wink, carrying his toolbox upstairs.
As the hours passed, they fell into an easy rhythm, joking and reminiscing about their shared childhood. But as the conversation deepened, so did the tension.
“I never thought I’d see you back here,” Ethan said as he tightened a bolt. “You always said you’d never move back to Silver Pines.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice,” Tessa admitted. “After the divorce, I needed a fresh start—for me and Noah.”
Ethan paused, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, Tess. You didn’t deserve that.”
She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Life doesn’t always go the way we plan.”
“No, it doesn’t,” he agreed, his voice quiet.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the unspoken weight of their pasts hanging between them.
“You know,” Ethan said finally, “I’ve made my fair share of mistakes too. But sometimes…you get a second chance when you least expect it.”
Tessa’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his gaze.
“Maybe,” she said softly, though she wasn’t sure if she believed it.
As Ethan packed up his tools and headed for the door, Tessa couldn’t help but wonder: Was this Christmas bringing her a second chance too?