Four For Christmas (Ménage and More 2)
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She cupped one hand over her mouth as she laughed through a fresh wave of tears. When was the last time someone had said that to her on Christmas morning? And had it ever sounded so perfect?
“What did he write?” Everyone looked blankly at Flynn. “Grandpa Bale. What did he write to Nicholas on that postcard?”
“Just three lines.” She read the words aloud. Words she’d known by heart most of her life, but she’d never understood the meaning of until now. “Things will get better. You can do anything. You are never alone.”
Was it Georgia’s imagination that made her believe that her guardian angel and theirs had reunited and decided to do a little matchmaking? Or that somehow, someway, they were always supposed to meet?
Maybe. Maybe not. But as her mountain men came closer to wrap their big arms around her, all of them awestruck by this day, Georgia was sure of one thing.
It wasn’t something in the water. It was so much more. And even though she wasn’t sure what the road ahead had in store for the four of them, what she felt with them and for them, was worth fighting for.
She looked up at the mistletoe and smiled through her tears.
So worth it.