I hate Christmas.I don't know who thought every female must love shopping, wrapping, baking and hosting but I missed the memo. On top of that, I manage an upscale department store. Sprinkle in the fact I'll be turning forty during this holiday season, and my life is a Christmas cookie recipe gone wrong.And every year I become a little more Scrooge-ish. But the spirit of the most wonderful time of the year insert sarcasmFirst, my past returns when I attend a high school reunion happy hour and run into that boy-the one I had a summer fling before I left for college, then promptly ghosted me.The torture continues because that boy is now a man, worldly and wise and sexier than I remember. And he invites me to attend a holiday work party with him.That's where I learn this forty, fine, former NFL quarterback, now fireman has a new role: single father to the sweetest little girl, putting me at risk of falling for both of them. However, I have my reasons not to believe in love and the happiest time of the year. And the first twenty-five days of December tests all my strength.Just what the Dickens is happening? Charles himself might approve of this plot.Even I'm a little curious to see how it all plays out.+ + +With the past behind her and the future uncertain, can Eva Nazar accept that the present is a gift and love is the greatest treasure we receive even if it isn't always wrapped in pretty paper with a perfect bow on top?