My Christmas confession:
I let my brothers best friend unwrap me in the hospital on-call room.
I got a special delivery nine months later—twins.
And I vanished before anyone could discover my holiday indiscretion.
Dr. Ethan Sinclair—Mistletoe Springs most brilliant (and grumpiest) pediatrician—doesnt do relationships.
He definitely doesnt do Christmas.
And he absolutely shouldnt have done me.
But one look at him in those perfectly fitted scrubs, and my heart rate wasnt the only thing that needed monitoring.
We had rules:
One night of holiday magic.
No strings.
No telling my overprotective brother, the hospital administrator.
Four years later, Im back at Mistletoe Springs General, desperate for a job.
Welcome to pediatrics, Nurse Winters, he says, voice colder than December frost.
But his eyes still burn hot when they meet mine…
The same stormy blue eyes our twins inherited.
I thought I could keep my secrets wrapped tighter than Christmas presents.
Until Holly collapses during the hospitals holiday parade.
And guess whos the on-call pediatrician?
I see the exact moment it hits him.
The way he stares at our daughters familiar scowl.
The way his world shatters like a fallen Christmas ornament.
And I know this Christmas isnt just bringing snow to Mistletoe Springs
Its bringing a storm that will change everything.
