All Chapters of Oopsie Daisy: A Steamy Romantic Comedy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Today was the day: would I re-watch A Prince for Christmas or A Christmas Queen? I’d already watched both five times already. Considering it was the week after Thanksgiving, there wasn’t much to do besides watch Christmas movies and feel sorry for myself.“Kate, are you seriously watching this again?” Mari stood in front of the TV to block my view of the opening scene of A Christmas Queen. To be specific, her belly was big enough to completely block out her and Liam’s gigantic TV on the wall. “You said I wasn’t allowed to watch Rick and Morty at your place anymore,” I complained, “so it’s going to be all Christmas movies for the next month.”“Kate.” Mari sounded serious now. “You’re going to make me miss the opening scene.” It started with the soon-to-be queen, Kelly, accidentally tripping on a tree root and falling right into the unmarried king’s path. Classic.Mari grabbed the remote from me and turned off the TV. I scowled up at her. Weren’t older sis

Early in December, I received an email from the dean of the materials department, requesting that I meet with him as soon as possible. My stomach dropped into my toes when I read it. Although Dr. Calvin didn’t allude to the reason why he wanted this meeting, it didn’t take a genius to figure out.I’d met Dr. Calvin on a few occasions. He’d been a quiet, almost stodgy man, who dressed exactly as you’d expect a professor to dress. Tweed jacket, elbow patches, oversized glasses, and a pocket protector for his fanciest pen. He’d seemed almost fatherly, and I hoped he acted that way in this meeting. Then again, what could he do? Kick me out of the program? Too late for that.I stood in front of his office door for what felt like hours, gathering my courage. Finally, I knocked, telling myself that all I could do was stay calm and answer his questions as best I could.“Come in,” called a voice. I pushed open the door to find Dr. Calvin digging through his briefcase. “Oh good, y

Joy had needed a project. She had a few clients she still wrote for long-distance, but she wanted to sink her teeth into something here in Heron’s Landing. That was why she’d come, wasn’t it? To get to know a new town and new people? The town wasn’t hustling and moving as quickly as Chicago. In fact, it moved about quickly as an elderly turtle swimming through mud. But that didn’t stop her from looking around for stories.Drumming her fingers on the arm of her couch—the movers had finally arrived that morning—Joy brainstormed for a few hours. Perhaps she could interview the owner of Trudy’s? Or maybe Mike in the general store downstairs had something worth writing about? She pursed her lips, thinking.Of course, there was always the vineyard, River’s Bend. It was the jewel of Heron’s Landing, but that seemed cliché. Plus, it was five miles from her apartment, and she really didn’t want to drive that gravel road to get out there. The day had already edged into one-hundred-degree terri

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