Ugh. Trip Martin.
He was the fly in my ointment.
He was the black cloud on my sunny day.
But everyone thought I was crazy.
Why was I the only person who could see how insufferable he was?
And why, after my parents invited him to share our family Thanksgiving, was I suddenly seeing him in a whole new light?
Stubborn as the day was long.
But to everyone else, she was a ray of sunshine.
Why did she get under my skin so easily?
And how, after getting to know her better, was I going to survive a long weekend with her and her family?
I'll tell you one thing—
There better be pie.
* A short, sweet, sexy, slow-burn Thanksgiving novella. *