“Thank you for helping me come to my senses and guiding me to the woman I love.”
I blushed at his public declaration. We’d swapped our first I love yous a few weeks ago, but I was still getting used to having someone in my life who so obviously adored me. Sebastian told me I had a lifetime to get used to it. He’d also told me not to expect a Christmas Eve proposal. Which was a relief, but at the same time a disappointment. Maybe I should propose to him. That way I wasn’t waiting for something that might or might not happen, and I had all the fun in planning it. I might even rope in some of the people in this room if they were so invested in Sebastian and I being together.
“Well now that’s all out in the open,” Ivy said. “I suggest we take a vote on whether Lemon and Griffin should be the next Snowsly couple in our sights.”
Sebastian grinned while shaking his head, but I stretched up my hand as high as it would reach. Lemon deserved a good man just as much as I did. And if it meant her living back in the UK? Well, I wasn’t going to complain about having my best friend back in the country.
“Neither of them live in Snowsly,” Sebastian said.
“You hadn’t been here for ten years,” Ivy replied. “We’ve overcome bigger issues.”
“Put your hand up,” I whispered.
Sebastian shook his head but raised his hand as requested.
“We have nine months, people, and a lot to do.”
A Snowsly Christmas. Another Snowsly couple. And in the meantime, I had a proposal to plan.
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Mr. Park Lane
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At twenty-nine, I was a doctor who’d travelled and worked in some of the most deprived places in the world, but just the thought of Joshua Luca had me sliding my sweaty palms down my jeans and wishing I could steady my racing heartbeat.
I hadn’t seen him in over a decade, but Joshua could still get to me, and I hated it.
It wasn’t like we’d ever dated.
It wasn’t like I’d been pining for him all these years.
It wasn’t like he’d even ever noticed me. Certainly not in the way I’d noticed him.
Joshua had been an almost obsession until, at seventeen, I broke my leg and swore off teenage infatuations for good. In one night, I grew up and let go of my silly crush.
I’d forgotten all those old feelings before my mum announced she’d arranged for me to stay with Joshua for a couple of months until I “found my feet”—unintentional irony, given the cast on my left leg. I didn’t argue. It wasn’t worth telling her that if I’d figured out living in a war zone, I was pretty sure getting settled in London would be a piece of cake.
Cake. My much-missed friend. Not something there was a lot—or any—of at the Médecins sans frontières outpost in Yemen where I’d been stationed. As soon as I’d dumped my bag and showered, I’d go on the hunt for something lemony. With sprinkles.
I should try to keep my focus on cake. Anything but the memories of Joshua’s summer sun-streaked hair. His long, lean, tan legs. The way the dimple in his left cheek would appear whenever my sister was around. His permanent half-smile hinted that he was always in on the joke. And his cool confidence meant that if he ever ended up in trouble, he managed to talk his way into forgiveness. He’d seemed like a god to my teenage self.