Noah St. James is the grump who stole Christmas…
Seriously…Christmas used to be my favorite time of year. The presents, the spiked eggnog, kissing handsome men under mistletoe. And then he came into my life. Or rather, I came into his life, under a little bit of a pretense.
It’s not my fault I wanted to surprise my boyfriend on the train home to visit his parents. How could I have foreseen that he would dump me and then I’d have to pretend I was on the train for another reason? Surely, I couldn’t have known fate would play a helping hand by having a driver at the station, holding up a placard with my name on it. And yes, I did lie slightly when I said I was the Taytum they were waiting for. But I was going to tell them after I slid into the limo. I just needed my boyfriend to see I didn’t care that he was a two-timing weasel. I didn’t know I was going to meet Noah St. James in the backseat. And after his snarky, “You’re Late,” I knew I wanted to bring him down a peg or two.
It had nothing to do with his turquoise blue eyes. Or the fact that he put made movie stars look ugly. Or the way my heart raced when I caught him staring at my lips. So, yes, I pretended to be the nanny the St. James family had hired to look after Noah’s sisters three young kids for Christmas. It was only going to be for a month. And I was in need of a job anyway. And the house and family were Hallmark perfect.
I didn’t account for the fact that I’m not good with kids. I can’t clean very well. And Noah St. James seems to be on to me. Why else would he be popping up everywhere I go? I just keep telling myself that I only need to last 30 days. And maybe, just maybe this will be the best Christmas of my life.
