He's a cocky lumberjack who hates my guts and this Christmas we're forced to bake together… Lucas Jolly and I have history the kind that left invisible scars we keep secret. Now I'm back in Merryville and he's making it crystal freaking clear I'm about as welcome as fruitcake at a dessert table. When his meddling Mawmaw signs us up as partners for the town's Christmas Cookie Contest there's five thousand dollars and a family tradition on the line. Six weeks of forced proximity in a kitchen might actually kill me this season but I could use the money. Between heated arguments over cookie dough and even hotter stolen glances I'm melting faster than snowflakes on fresh out of the oven gingerbread. The town thinks we're secretly dating and I'm one mistletoe moment away from crossing lines we swore we'd never cross again. Now I'm wishing for a Christmas miracle because falling for Lucas Jolly once nearly destroyed me. Doing it again might be