Page 36 of The Grinch and His Curvy Christmas Miracle
Feels like home.
Like this was always supposed to be it.
My phone buzzes on the counter.
I frown. No one calls me on Christmas. Not anymore.
Nikki quirks a brow. "You gonna get that?"
I wipe my hands and grab the phone.
Evan. Of course.
I answer with a grunt.
"Merry Christmas to you too, sunshine," my brother’s voice comes through, too loud, too cheerful.
"It’s quiet. Don’t ruin it."
"What are you doing?" he asks, annoyingly chipper.
"Eating steak."
He laughs. "Oh really? So… is she still there? The woman who rented your cabin?"
My jaw tightens. I lean back in my chair.
"You set that up."
"Guilty," he says, no shame at all. "You needed a little push."
"You listed my cabin on a rental site?"
"Technically, I added it a few days ago. Set it to one guest only. And yeah… women only. Just in case."
I let out a low growl. "You manipulative bastard."
"And yet… here you are. Not alone. You’re welcome."
Nikki glances over, clearly eavesdropping.
I mouthlater.
"You should be arrested for matchmaking without consent."
Evan snorts. "You cooked steak for someone who isn’t me. That’s how I know it worked. Besides, if you hadn’t liked her, you’d have been a gentleman and just put her on the next bus. No harm done."
Damn, he’s right.
I pause, then say it.
"We’re getting married."
Silence. Then, "Wait. Hold up—married?"
"You heard me."
He laughs again, full volume. "Holy crap. She’s something else. Didn’t think you’d move that fast, but damn, I’m proud of you."
