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Merry
A runaway car. A twisted ankle. A very serious police officer who keeps calling me ma’am.
I’m turning thirty—not eighty—and Officer Nicholas Bright is not amused by my objections. He’s buttoned-up, stoic, and completely unprepared for my nonstop commentary…until I finally make him laugh.
He insists on driving me home.
Then he keeps showing up.
“Just checking in.”
I’m a baker—specifically, a Christmas-cookie maximalist. When Nick mentions that his adopted grandmother used to bake with him every Christmas, something shifts. She has Alzheimer’s now. Most days, she doesn’t remember him at all.
So I suggest cookie decorating.
And somehow, I end up going with him.
Nick
I don’t believe in optimism. Life cured me of that.
Merry is sunshine and chaos—too cheerful, too talkative, and far too determined to see past my badge and dark sunglasses. I tell myself we’re just friends. I have nothing to offer her. My grandmother is slipping away, and Christmas—her favorite season—feels like salt in an open wound.
Then Merry comes with me to the care home to decorate cookies. And for a few precious minutes, my grandmother remembers me.
I break every boundary I built. I don’t care anymore.
I want Merry. And I want more than friendship. For the first time, I’m willing to risk my heart to get it.
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Merry
A runaway car. A twisted ankle. A very serious police officer who keeps calling me ma’am.
I’m turning thirty—not eighty—and Officer Nicholas Bright is not amused by my objections. He’s buttoned-up, stoic, and completely unprepared for my nonstop commentary…until I finally make him laugh.
He insists on driving me home.
Then he keeps showing up.
“Just checking in.”
I’m a baker—specifically, a Christmas-cookie maximalist. When Nick mentions that his adopted grandmother used to bake with him every Christmas, something shifts. She has Alzheimer’s now. Most days, she doesn’t remember him at all.
So I suggest cookie decorating.
And somehow, I end up going with him.
Nick
I don’t believe in optimism. Life cured me of that.
Merry is sunshine and chaos—too cheerful, too talkative, and far too determined to see past my badge and dark sunglasses. I tell myself we’re just friends. I have nothing to offer her. My grandmother is slipping away, and Christmas—her favorite season—feels like salt in an open wound.
Then Merry comes with me to the care home to decorate cookies. And for a few precious minutes, my grandmother remembers me.
I break every boundary I built. I don’t care anymore.
I want Merry. And I want more than friendship. For the first time, I’m willing to risk my heart to get it.
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