Until Christmas by T.O. Smith EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: T.O. Smith
- Language: English
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They said you never forgot your first love, and fuck if that wasn’t true
Especially when I spent almost every damn day with her.
Amara Hooper—my best friend since we were four and starting our first day
of school together. She was shy and an easy target for mean kids. I refused to
let her push me away, and before the end of our first day, we were thick as
thieves, and I got in a hell of a lot of trouble for the fights I got into
I checked my watch and frowned. It was still too early for me to call and see
how her night went. She and her most recent boyfriend—she went through
the douchebags faster than she ate chocolate—were supposed to go on a date
last night. She had high hopes for this one.
Honestly, I was a hairsbreadth away from locking her in a room in my house
until she figured out I was the man for her. Because these other guys certainly
But fuck, she’d friend-zoned me long ago.
With a tired sigh, I put the tractor into park and then hopped down, heading
toward my house from the barn. I needed another damn cup of coffee before I
headed to the Christmas tree farm.
When my dad passed due to an unexpected heart attack three years ago, my
mother gave everything to me—the farm, the Christmas tree farm, the
animals, and the house. She packed up what she wanted and moved further
south into Florida.
I didn’t mind. I liked being my own boss, and I loved being a farmer. I lived
and breathed this land. Didn’t know anything else except agriculture.
But it was days like today when the holidays were drawing extremely close
that I wanted someone to share it with, someone to spend Christmas with me
and my mom. She always made the drive up on Christmas day, going back
home on Christmas night. She knew it was hard for me to plan time away,
and I knew she liked coming up here a couple of times a year to reminisce on
the life she spent with her husband.
The arrangement worked for us. But damn if it didn’t get lonely sometimes.
I managed to get two cups of coffee down my throat before hopping into my
truck. When I got to the Christmas tree farm, I swung open the gate and then
poured myself a cup of coffee from my thermos. It wasn’t cold—never really
got cold this far down south in Georgia—but coffee was the base of my diet.
My doc got on my ass about it every time I had a check-up, too.
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