Chris by Tarin Lex

Claire:
Whoever said November 1st was too early to put up a Christmas tree, obviously never had the kind of year I’ve had.
I just wanted to spark a little joy in my life. Is that so bad?
Maybe not, if I had at least asked for help.
Instead, my stubbornness sends me straight to the emergency room.
And then the operating room.
I might regret ever getting out that dang Christmas tree…
If the surgeon wasn’t the hot guy whose son I used to babysit.
I’m all grown up now—but is that what he sees when he looks at me, or am I still just a kid in his eyes?

Chris:
After serving eight years as a field surgeon for the army, I’m finally back home in Starlight, Montana.
I shouldn’t be surprised to see a familiar face or two.
But when Claire Hart shows up in the ER, for a moment I’m struck dumb.
She’s the kid who used to babysit my son Dillon.
Except she’s not a kid anymore.
She’s a beautiful woman, charming, sweet, and curvy as sin.
Without her help and dedication all those years ago, I couldn’t have finished my residency.
I’d love to find a way to show her I’m eternally grateful. Like give her my heart—if she’ll have it.