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  Harper.

  "Yeah, go, dumbass. I'll see you there," I said. He punched me a little too hard in the shoulder — Grayson's preferred method of saying farewell — and headed out the side door to the rusted out pick-up he somehow kept running.

  He skidded out on the gravel drive, digging out another fucking rut in his haste to get going. To get the tree, to bring to the girl.

  Harper.

  My cock still did a little reflexive twitch when I thought about her. We'd had that one little moment at her graduation party. A stolen kiss down by the creek that ran below her parents' old place. The steep walls of the gully amplified every whispered promise I made, until I was sure we'd be caught. But she wasn't the one who'd called things off.

  I was.

  I couldn't do that to Gray.

  She was my best friend's little sister, yeah. But more than that, Gray loved her in his ferociously obsessed way, and I couldn't break his heart like that.

  Even if it meant I had to break mine.

  It would be nice just to see her, though, I told myself. Just to catch up. She was tearing it up in New York, winning all these fancy children's literature awards and getting a ton of press. I was proud of her. She'd come a long way from the bossy kid sister who we'd tolerated tagging along. Even if nothing could happen between us, I still wanted to see her.

  And fuck it. I wanted to see her first. Before him. It's why I'd woken up so early on Christmas morning in the first place. I'd wanted to have her to myself, just for a moment.

  But Gray was apparently thinking the same thing.

  Fucker.

  So this was how it was going to work apparently. A fucking footrace to see her first. He was bringing his tree to the McCabes, and I was bringing booze, and whoever got there first got Harper all to himself.

  There was no starting gun, but we were definitely off and running.

  I poured my coffee down the drain and headed to the shower. I only needed to load up a few cases from my Dad's bar. It wouldn't take me long. If I got going right now I'd definitely get to Harper first.

  Before I had to share her with Gray.

  Chapter One

  Harper

  It was one of those deceptively brilliant winter days in Reckless Falls. Where the sun shines brightly in the clear blue sky, but the air is so cold it takes your breath away. I woke up late in my parents' guest bed after the deepest, most restful sleep I'd had in months, possibly years, feeling pretty warmly nostalgic about spending the holidays at home with my family after missing it for so many years. I splashed some water on my face and hurried downstairs in my sloppy pajamas to be with them.

  Only to realize that no matter how many years have passed, you'll always be the same in your family's eyes.

  After we exchanged our presents, we gravitated naturally towards the gourmet kitchen of my parents' brand new showplace of a house. To eat, but mostly to drink and give each other giant, festive amounts of shit.

  "And remember how she got stuck?" my mother laughed, already on her third cup of viciously boozy eggnog in spite of it being not quite noon. Her eyes were shining so happily that I cringed and let her tell the same story she always told about Christmas and my quest to prove that Santa was real. "I come downstairs to see these two little green legs dangling in the fireplace..."

  "I thought she was wearing a nightgown," my brother Everett interjected, elbowing me. "I distinctly remember it getting stuck over her head while we pulled her out."

  "Shut it, Judas!" I hissed.

  But my mother was laughing even harder. "Oh you're right, because this wasn't the first time this happened! I mixed them up!" She dissolved into a hail of giggles.

  "Yeah, yeah," I sighed, swishing my nog around in my glass. "Don't you have a party to get ready for Mom?"

  My mother snapped to attention and clapped her hands. "We all do! Christ in a sidecar, where did the time go!" She looked me up and down. "Do you need to borrow something to wear, Harper?"

  "No mother." I held up my hands to ward her off. "I have a party dress in my garment bag, don't worry."

  "Well go put it on!" she clapped her hands at Everett and me and we scattered like a flock of chickens. "Go, go, wait...Everett, did you make sure the boys were coming over? I need Cal's ladder for the last of the garlands." She didn't wait for an answer, but headed into the kitchen.

  I froze in place at the mention of Callum, but thank God nobody saw me. "He knows, Ma!" Rett shouted down from the balcony.

  "Well text him to be sure!"

  "Ma! He knows!"

  "I need a drink," I said to the air.

  "Liquor cabinet is that way," my father spoke up. It was the first word he'd gotten in edgewise all morning.

  I brushed a quick kiss across his stubbly cheek. "Thanks Pops," I whispered, aware of my mom's superhuman hearing. "Hang in there."

  He lifted his beer to his lips. "Always do," he whispered back.

  The new liquor cabinet had these pretty little LED lights in recessed tracks along the top. Combined with the fairy lights my mother had casually, yet artfully arranged over the mirrored surface of the shelves, the effect was quite striking. "It looks like a UFO," my brother declared, suddenly appearing at my side with his arms folded over his chest.

  "It looks like Shangri-La," I corrected, rushing to it "Where'd you come from?"

  "Heard dad tell you where the booze was, this house carries sound really weird." He pointed up to the balcony. "Up there you can hear every whisper in the kitchen, but back in the family room it's like soundproofed." He turned back to the liquor cabinet. "Bourbon on the rocks," he ordered.

  "Do I look like a cocktail waitress to you?"

  "No, you look like my prodigal sister. Pour me a drink and I might think of forgiving you for leaving me alone in this town with these two nutcases."

  I swallowed and deftly knocked out two very healthy pours of my Dad's good stuff. "Has it been so bad?"

  "Nah, I'm just messing with you. They leave me alone most of the time. They’ve just been running me ragged with this new house. Bit different, huh?"

  "That's the understatement of the year." I looked around. "Weird to come home to place that's not actually home."

  "Yeah well, shit changes."

  "Thanks for the philosophical wisdom, Socrates."

  "Who?" He winked at me. "Don't get too drunk that you forget your outfit. If you're wearing sweats when the guests arrive Ma'll kill you herself."

  "Ugh, can't I just hide in my room like when we were teenagers?"

  "Don't do that until Cal and Gray show up. I need the moral support."

  Cal and Gray. My heart started thudding so loudly in my chest that I swore that Rett must have heard it. If he knew how I felt about his friends, what would he do? He'd be completely disgusted. He'd never actually given me shit about who I dated, telling me it was none of his business, but I had a feeling he'd make this his business.

  I muttered something non-committal and hurried to the guest room. Humming softly to myself, I started to lay out my collection of powders and brushes, when I froze.

  What would Cal think if he saw me with my usual war paint on? Would Gray still like me if I was rocking my usual dramatic cat eye?

  I stood there, fretting, until I decided to do what I usually did for talks. A very subtle shimmer on the lids and a soft sweep of coral powder on the cheeks.

  When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like me. Same old Harper. But I didn't want to look like same old Harper. I was back in Reckless Falls where my do-gooder reputation as a children's book author meant nothing. Maybe I could punch it up?

  I rarely wore lipstick, since I could never seem to manage to keep it off of my teeth. Carefully, I swept the slick, ruby red gloss over my lips and pressed them together.

  And smiled.

  Perfect.

  I kept my lips pressed together so as not to smear on my dress as I pulled it over my head.

  And pulled.

  And yanked.


  "Shit," I yelped. I hopped up and down. The dress didn't budge.

  "Shit!" I repeated. I tried to pull the dress back up again, but it got caught on my boobs and wouldn't budge in either direction.

  "Help!" I cried, stepping sideways and smashing into a wall I swore wasn't there a second ago. "Mom!" I wailed, and then remembered what Rett had said about sound carrying oddly in this house. I bumped along the wall in what I hoped was the direction of the door and then yelled, "Help!" at the top of my lungs.

  I waited again. Visions of Cal and Gray showing up while my dress was still stuck over my head sent me into a panic. For a second I thought I'd be trapped forever with this skirt over my head.

  Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. "Mom!" I called, in abject relief. I would recognize that walk anywhere.

  My mother turned the corner into the guest room and burst out laughing. "Oh dear, are you stuck?"

  "Help!" I begged. My mouth was full of crinoline.

  My mother tugged the zipper down maybe just a millimeter but that was all the ease I needed to slip the bodice the rest of the way down. "Oh thank God," I breathed in relief. "I was freaking out."

  "I just had a flashback to the chimney," my mother giggled. "Only this time, instead of your trapped legs flailing around, it was your arms.

  I sighed. "I'm doing nothing to dispel that memory, am I?"

  "I will never forget that. My bold daughter, going out there to prove her beliefs. It was one of my proudest moments."

  I looked at her, oddly touched. "Thanks, Ma." Emotions that I couldn't name welled up inside of me, a deep and profound nostalgia. I was home. I turned away before I randomly started to cry. "Zip me?" I asked her. "Since I clearly can't be trusted to dress myself?"

  "Oh Harp, you look great!" My mother clapped her hands. "So Christmassy!'

  I spread my hands over the red satin and smiled. It had been a triumph to get my mother to let me pick out my own dress since usually she insisted on the family being coordinated. Wearing something flattering had been a hard won fight.

  "Thanks."

  "But you need to wear this."

  I took the elf-hat from her and regarded it balefully. "Really mom?"

  "We're all wearing them."

  "If I have to, you have to," Rett growled from the doorway. His elf hat was green with a little pompom at the end and it made me feel marginally better to see that he also looked ridiculous.

  "I have some for Cal and Gray too," my mother fretted. "You think they'll wear them?"

  "If you ask them," I soothed. "They'll do anything you say."

  "Or, failing that," Rett said. "Have Harp ask them."

  He said it as casually as can be but it didn't stop my cheeks from flaming.

  Chapter Two

  Callum

  The winding drive up to the top of the hill was so different from the old house, that for a second, my mind rebelled and I had to force myself not to turn around and go back to the old McCabe place. This new, fancy house on the hill was nothing like the warm, tiny cabin, with its hand-hewn walls that seemed to be suffused with laughter and happy memories. This new place was too big, too flashy, too over the top to ever feel like my second home.

  Then Mrs. McCabe spotted me from the window and came rushing out, wiping her hands on the sides of her pants before hugging me and everything felt right again.

  "Thank you," she said, looking me in the eye. "And thank your father too. This is so generous of him."

  She was lovely and sweet. She was the best second mother a guy could ask for.

  She was smothering me to death.

  I gently extracted myself from her clutches.

  "Stop it, Mom," I said, trying to duck away from her nervous fluttering. "Dad said it's a gift, so don't you worry about it." I went around to the back of my car and popped the trunk. Mrs. McCabe followed me around, wringing her hands worriedly. "That looks like so much," she said. "But do you think it will be enough? I'd hate to run out of anything. What if more people come than I'm expecting?"

  I chuckled as I stared down at the trunk packed full of beer and liquor from my father's bar. "Trust me, if we get through all of this?" I told her. "Then we deserve to be cut off."

  Mrs. McCabe followed behind me, as I hefted the first case into the huge gourmet kitchen. "Are you sure you don't need help? I can call Rett down. I would pick something up myself..."

  "Don't you dare, Mom," I told her. "Where do you want me to put this?"

  "We have a fridge for the beer over there in the back room," she said pointing.

  I looked over to where she was pointing. "In there?"

  She was already fluttering back into the kitchen. "It should be in there, I told Vern to make sure he got it out of storage. If he didn't, you tell me and I'll go get him myself."

  I shook my head. "I wouldn't sell out Dad like that," I said.

  A sudden thought occurred to her and she bustled back to tug on my arm...even though I hadn't broken eye contact with her yet. "Speaking of Dad, yours is coming tonight, right?" Mrs. McCabe asked worriedly.

  I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "You need to stop worrying," I told her, looking her in the eye. "Everything is going to be wonderful, even better than you can imagine."

  She nodded. "Thank you Cal. It's nice to know at least one of you boys turned out with a good head on his shoulders."

  "I heard that!" Everett called from the living room. He came around and shook my hand. "Need some help with that?" he asked.

  "Hey there, your sister's here, right?" I said, trying to disguise the excitement in my voice.

  "Yeah." He sort of looked nonchalantly behind him. "She's upstairs getting changed, I think."

  I nodded and tried not to think about Harper, upstairs, in whatever state of undress she was in. And instead I walked over to the back room.

  The fridge was right there in the corner, completely empty and waiting to be stocked. I knelt and started loading it up with the practiced hand of a kid who grew up working in a bar, while around me the sounds of the party preparations rang out through the house. I heard Mrs. McCabe call something up the stairwell. A faint female voice drifted back down again, and my heart started thudding in my throat.

  It'd been three years since I last saw Harper, while a bunch of us were hanging out over Christmas at my dad's bar. It'd been five years since she'd been home for any length of time. And it had been seven years since her graduation party, when I grabbed her by her shoulders and kissed her and told her I've loved her forever.

  I stood up and made my way back through the kitchen, listening to the echoes of the McCabes in various parts of the house. Out in the driveway, I hefted two cases of beer onto my shoulder and started picking my way carefully into the house again.

  "Dude, seriously?" I heard a voice say. "You're gonna drop that. Give me one." I felt a tug and stumbled backward a little.

  "Wait, no..." her hand on the case was throwing my weight distribution off. I danced forward. "Harper, I've got it."

  "You're such a control freak, here, let me help you," she said, tugging harder. "It's falling off..."

  "That's because you're grabbing me... oh...oh shit..."

  "It's sliding!"

  "I know! Because you...watch out!"

  She jumped backwards just as the entire case of beer, all twenty-four bottles worth, came crashing down off my shoulder and shattered at my feet. A tidal wave of beer sprayed upward, soaking me from head to foot.

  "Oh," Harper said softly.

  Carefully I set the other case on the kitchen island and looked at my soaked clothes. "Hi, Harper," I sighed.

  "Here," she said, suddenly springing into action. "Give me your shirt. You're soaked."

  "Harper, I'm not going to..."

  "Oh, would you stop being so stubborn? I'll just throw it in the laundry. You can borrow one of my dad's until it's dry."

  Vern McCabe was five inches shorter and about thirty pounds lighter than me. "I don't think t
hat's..." But she was already tugging my shirt over my head. "Harper..."

  "Just take it off, it's no big deal here, give me your pants..."

  "What on earth?"

  We both froze. And my heart dropped through the floor and just kept going. Mrs. McCabe stood there with her hand over her mouth, watching her daughter strip me naked in the kitchen.

  Harper leapt back, cheeks coloring the same furious scarlet as her dress. And even in all this mess, I still had to take a moment to appreciate how fucking beautiful she was. Her honey blond hair was cut shorter now, and the way it swung around her shoulders as she hid her face in her hands had me thinking very inappropriate thoughts...thoughts I should definitely not be thinking in front of Mrs. McCabe...as I stood almost naked in her kitchen.

  "We had a bit of an...alcohol problem," Harper finally sputtered, gesturing at the floor.

  "I see that," the utterly unflappable Mrs. McCabe observed. "Vern?" she called into the house. "Everett? We need help down here. Bring towels please."

  "Um, could I get a shirt?" I asked.

  Everett growled as he strode into the kitchen. "The fuck do we have here?"

  "Callum dropped the beer," Mrs. McCabe sighed.

  "I didn't..." I looked over at Harper. "Yeah," I sighed.

  She mouthed a small "thank you," and suddenly standing there in front of her family, nearly naked and smelling like a distillery was all fucking worth it.

  "So, uh, who wants a beer? Me!" she exclaimed, raising her hand. "Cal?"

  "Uh, yeah I could use one. Thanks man," I said to Everett as he slammed a shirt into my chest.

  "It's more for me than for you," Rett growled. Then he nodded as his mother started directing the clean-up.

  I shifted out of the way, over to the side of the kitchen and struggled into the too-small shirt, nearly getting it stuck on top of my head. When I finally stretched it across my chest, I swore I caught Harper watching. I grinned at her and she responded with a wink that made my dick do a pirouette, and then lifted her beer to her lips.