Christmas Catch: A Holiday Novella by The 12 NAs of Christmas, Chelsea M. Cameron Page A

true. You would have come home to see your parents anyway and we would have met up. This was inevitable. You and I are inevitable. Unstoppable.” I smile and give him a sticky, sweet kiss.
    “He would want you to be happy,” I say as I start lifting his shirt.
    “Okay, we need to stop talking about my dad when you’re doing that.”
    “Agreed,” I say and we both shut up as our mouths meet in a searing kiss.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    Three weeks later I’m back at school and Sawyer-less. We spent the rest of my break with barely any time apart. He did have to go to work, but he started delegating some of his duties to some of the other guys, and he became a lot less stressed. I even convinced him to start looking at going to college online so he could get caught up on the semester he missed. His mom’s doing better and I think she’s going to be ready to take over for him soon, so he’ll be able to go back to school full time. That’s all I want for him, and I think that’s what she wants for him too.
    It was the hardest thing, saying goodbye to him, but it was even hard saying goodbye to my family. Mom makes me swear I’ll be back for spring break, and I promise that I will, and not just to see Sawyer. I feel like I had left my family behind, but they waited for me to come back to them. I need them in my life. They’re a part of me again and I can’t leave them behind anymore. I’d sooner cut off my arm.
    Columbia isn’t the same when I get back. It feels too big, too chaotic. Not as glittery and fun as it used to be. There’s too much noise, too many people and too much going on. I’m thrilled to see Allison and tell her about Sawyer. She’s over the moon and demands that I take her home with me on spring break to meet him. I have no idea where she’s going to stay, but she says she doesn’t care. She’s never heard me talk so much about my hometown before and she’s all excited about going there now. Who knew?
    I’m just walking back to my apartment when someone calls my name. I ignore it and keep walking.
    “Poison Ivy!” That makes me stop. I turn and a businessman nearly crashes into me. He curses me out and when he moves, there he is. My Sawyer.
    I scream with glee and take off, running to meet him. He knows what I’m going to do, so he holds his arms out and catches me as I jump, only stumbling back a little bit.
    “What are you doing here?” I say as the crowd streams around us, too busy with their own lives to care about the crazy people.
    “I came to see you. I’ve got three days off and I intend to spend them with you. Besides, I want a rematch with pencil crossbows.” He sets me down and gives me a kiss.
    “You’re going down, McCallister,” I say with a sweet smile.
    “It’s ON, Poison.” We kiss again and someone yells at us to get a room.
    “Come on, Allison is dying to meet you,” I say as I take his hand and lead him down the street. The city feels a whole lot smaller and friendlier with my little piece of Saltwater walking next to me.
    There is no place like home.

 
    I’ll keep this short and sweet:
     
    Thanks to my family, friends (including author friends), bloggy buddies, editor, publicist and to the rest of the 12 NAs ladies. So happy to be part of such a great group of authors.
     
    Oh, and you. I hope you enjoy this little slice of Maine.

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