I don’t like Christmas; it’s too messy.
But when the new nanny moves in, she fills the house with sunshine and Christmas songs. They make my ears bleed, and she makes my blood run hot.
But Freya’s the nanny; she’s off-limits and only here until my sister arrives.
But when Freya leaves, I realize too late what she means to me.
Can I convince her I’m not the miserable grump she thinks I am and prove to her that even a Christmas grinch can be happy with the right woman?
