Chapter 1, The O’Connell Family Christmas
“I want to get married,” Owen said, not pulling his gaze from Tessa, who was holding a chef’s knife, chopping peppers on the butcher block island he’d finished installing.
She seemed to freeze, then slowly lifted her eyes to him, still holding a red pepper. Wow, those blue eyes really packed a punch at times. Her frizzled wavy blond hair was in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing one of his T-shirts, the one he’d been looking for, with Nashville written across the chest in black.
“And who is it you want to get married to?” she said, lifting a brow and going immediately to teasing, tossing out her edgy, twisty, sarcastic humor. It was her go-to, he had learned well, when she was uncomfortable or when something turned serious.
“…Snow White?” he
