A second chance with my first love? Hard pass, Cassie.

We broke up eleven months ago. Right before Christmas, by the way, which tells you everything you need to know about the emotional range of my helicopter pilot husband. Ex-husband.
And yes, we accidentally made out in the storage room of my new shop on Main Street after he tried to help me move some boxes in and I refused so hard, we ended up in a tangled pile on the floor.
But we're too different. We don't work.
So when my mom invites Nate to Christmas Eve dinner, I have no choice but to invite a date...and then find someone to fill that role...and survive that dinner when Nate brings a date of his own.

Pretend this isn't killing me? Easier said than done, Nate.

Cassie deserves someone who can open up, say the right things, show up the way she needs. I wasn't that guy in our marriage, and I've thought of little else since I lost her.
Then she tells me it’s fine if I come to her family holiday, because she has a date and we can be mature about this.
And something inside me breaks wide open, because watching her move on while I stand still just feels wrong.
I don't want anyone else.
This Christmas, I have one last chance to show her I want more, I want to be more, for her. I want to be her everything.
Counting down to the holidays one kiss at time…what could be more right?