Noah reached up, his height making the task effortless. As his fingers brushed the ceiling to tuck the branch into place, he realized two things: the pub had gone silent, and he was standing directly under his own handiwork.
Missy looked up, then at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know the rules, Mr. Cooper. It’s tradition."
Mistletoe "Missy" Miller was his polar opposite—a woman who wore light-up earrings and ran a boutique dedicated entirely to vintage ribbons. She was currently standing on a wobbly stool, trying to wedge a sprig of greenery into the pub’s rafters. Download Eggnog, Mistletoe, Noah Cooper epub
"And you're going to die of boredom, Noah," she shot back, wobbling dangerously. "The world needs more whimsy. This pub needs more greenery."
The snow in Manhattan didn't fall; it attacked. Inside "The Rusty Anchor," Noah Cooper stared at a glass of eggnog that looked more like liquid lead than holiday cheer. He was a man who preferred spreadsheets to tinsel, and logic to the chaotic "magic" of December. Then he saw her. Noah reached up, his height making the task effortless
"You're going to break your neck, Missy," Noah sighed, sliding his stool over.
Noah looked at the eggnog, then at the girl who made the cold city feel warm. He leaned down, discarding his spreadsheets and logic. In that crowded, noisy bar, the "Download" of his heart’s new software was complete. It wasn't just a kiss; it was the start of a story that neither of them wanted to end. "You know the rules, Mr
"I don't believe in traditions that involve public displays of affection," he grumbled, though he didn't move away.