CHAPTER 11
SAINT
Martin and his footsteps had a way of always ruining things before they even had a chance to bloom.
I knew it the second Ava slipped, the moment the ladder trembled, and her breath caught in her throat. I’d been holding the garland steady beneath her, but instinct moved faster than thought and I surged forward and caught her before she hit the ground.
Her soft body collided with mine,where I was all muscle and tension as her hands clutched my shoulders. The twinkling Christmas lights above us flickered like the universe was cheering for us.
And when our gaze locked for that small fraction of time, I was lost. God help me, I leaned in without meaning to. We were just a breath apart from each other when the bastard walked in.
“Again. You guys seem to want to be getting
