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Brielle laughed, a sound that was genuine and warm. “You’re telling me! I think I’ll need to invest in some boots.”

Daisy handed her a pair. “I’m size eight. I hope these will work for you.”

Brielle’s brows rose in surprise. “Wow. Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

I smiled at Daisy, impressed with the woman I fell in love with and grateful for the growth that Brielle had somehow experienced from some sort of Christmas miracle. There were no sketchy snarls or stinky stares at Daisy, unlike last year, and I felt like I could let out a sigh of relief.

Maybe.

Or was Brielle up to something?

As we helped her, the tension dissolved into laughter, and we shared stories about winter mishaps from Daisy’s point of view.

Standing there, in the midst of a snowy Wisconsin street, surrounded by Christmas decorations and a sense of a Christmas miracle, it was hard to hold onto any animosity.

The holiday spirit seemed determined to bring us together.

One of the movers came over to talk to Brielle, so we waved goodbye and headed back to Daisy’s warm home.

As we started back across the street, Brielle called out, “Wait up! Can I invite myself over for coffee? I could use some local wisdom about surviving a Wisconsin winter.”

Daisy and I exchanged a worried look, but we made a silent agreement between us.

“Sure, Brielle. Come on over,” Daisy said with a grin.

Inside Daisy’s cozy living room, with the fireplace crackling and the scent of freshly baked cookies in the air, the atmosphere thawed further. Brielle perched herself on the sofa. It was hard to miss her blaring glamor stark against Daisy’s eclectic Christmas décor. The crazy contrast somehow added to the charm of the moment.

“So, you’re the bartender who was hot after my boyfriend,” Brielle began, her tone friendly while dripping with sarcasm.

That was the Brielle I knew.

“Actually, we had broken up, Brielle.”

Daisy shook her head. “Actually, I couldn’t stand him last year.”

The revelation took the wind right out of Brielle’s sails. “Really?”

Daisy pretended to shiver. “Oh, yeah. He was so cocky and ignored me just to get his point across.”

“Then how’d you two…?”

Daisy smiled. “The Sunshine Breakfast Club, I think. And a restaurant fire. And Foxy.”

Brielle finally shoved her sunglasses on top of her head. “Foxy?”

I laughed, pouring a cup of coffee.

“My Subaru out front. You might have seen her.”

Brielle sipped her coffee, her eyes scanning the room. “You know, I never pictured him settling down in a place like this. It’s… cozy.”

“It grows on you, kind of like me,” Daisy replied, handing Brielle a plate of cookies. “I promise I won’t bite, and I’ll support your and Hunter’s wishes when it comes to Tate. I’m not a bad person, Brielle.”

Brielle’s demeanor shifted slightly. “I have to admit, I was a bit nervous moving here, especially right down the street from you,” she confessed to me. “I was worried it might be… awkward.” Brielle shook her head. “And now that I know your girlfriend lives across the street…”

“Serendipity?” Daisy laughed.

Brielle groaned. “Yeah. Let’s call it that.”

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