The weather outside was frightful
But the fire was so delightful…
Until Mr. Bah-Humbug walks in and says he’s reserved the last room in the B&B, which puts me back out in the storm.
It’s bad enough our mothers volunteered us to plan our home-town Christmas party (it was more of a voluntold situation, if you know what I mean), but things gets worse when the stubborn, infuriating, and unfortunately handsome, Marcus Allen and I end up at the same bed and breakfast after getting caught in the storm of the century.
Are there two rooms left?
Of course not.
Pinbks
Post time 02-17-2024 03:59
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