All Chapters of The Christmas Contract : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SnowBrook Valley The late afternoon air in Snowbrook carried that soft, golden quiet that only small towns seemed to have. The streets were calm, a few cars passing lazily, neighbors waving to one another, dogs barking somewhere in the distance.Jamie and Brandon sat on the front porch, two bottles of beer resting in their hands, elbows on their knees, staring out at the street like men who had too much on their minds and nowhere else to put it. Jamie would be resuming work soon, and with the state of his mind, he didn't know how he'll manage.He hadn’t said much since Brandon arrived. He had always been the more expressive one between them, quick to joke, quick to argue, quick to defend. But lately, something in him had gone still.Brandon noticed it.“You’re going to be fine,” Brandon said quietly, taking a generous sip from his beer.Jamie let out a breath through his nose. “I hope so. I really hope so, Brandon.”They watched a couple walk past pushing a stroller. The woman laughe

Evan’s car rolled to a slow stop in front of the house. The engine hummed as he parked and prayed that somehow Cynthia would laugh and tell him everything was a joke.Cynthia didn't get out immediately, she kept her hands folded in her lap, fingers intertwined so tightly her knuckles were pale. She could feel his eyes on her.Evan finally exhaled. “I really don’t know what changed,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what happened, a few days back we were cool with each other, you even invited me over to your house, now all of a sudden you're saying you don't want me anymore?”Cynthia bit her lips, she didn’t look at him yet. “I want you to know that if you ever change your mind, I'll be here. I love you,” he continued. “And I'm one hundred percent real with you.” He sounded so calm and sweet, if she wasn't into her husband, she would have fallen for his speech.She turned to him slowly, clearing her throat. “I have a question,” she said.His jaw tightened slightly. “Okay.”“And I want y

James’ apartment smelled like butter and warm sugar. The kitchen was open, modern, at the other end of the kitchen were books stacked on the counter, a half-read novel beside the aisle, a record playing softly in the background.Melody stood close to the sink, she was wearing James’ oversized house slippers. They swallowed her feet completely. Every time she walked, they made a soft dragging sound.She had on one of his white V-neck shirts. It reached mid-thigh. The sleeves were too long, so she had rolled them up twice. Her hair was down, falling over her shoulders in loose waves. There was flour on her cheek.James noticed it and when he reached to help her clean it, she thought he wanted to rub more on her face, so she used the flour on her hand to rub his cheek. He chased her around the kitchen, until they both got tired and went back to work.They were making cookies, with orange and lemon jelly toppings. It was a new recipe she was trying, especially since she'll be opening her

The restaurant downtown was busy at this time of the day. It was almost noon and most people who work around here would stop here to grab a bite, even though their meals were expensive.Logan sat at a table near the center of the room, his phone lay face down on the table, with the glass of water untouched as he scanned through the menu, while checking his watch.His clients were late, and they picked this restaurant. His mind wasn’t fully there, it had been a long week. Too many calls and a truck load of paperwork that he needed to go through and sign. He sighed lightly and leaned back in his chair. That was when his eyes drifted across the room. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but then he froze.At the far end of the restaurant, near the window, sat a woman with her back partly turned to him. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves.Something about her felt familiar. He leaned slightly forward. When she shifted just a little to adjust her phone, he saw her prof

The car engine went silent, but Cynthia’s heart was beating fast. Jingles glowed warmly against the Snowbrook evening, fairy lights framing the brick exterior, laughter spilling faintly through the glass windows. It looked cozy and inviting. It was one of the few expensive restaurants they had in town.Jamie stepped out first, adjusting his coat before walking around to her side. He opened the door without saying a word.She placed her hand in his.His grip tightened slightly as she stepped out. “You okay?” he asked quietly.She nodded. “Yes.”He studied her, she had done her makeup carefully tonight, her hair fell softly over her shoulders. The black fitted dress hugged her waist just how her husband liked it. She wasn't just making an effort to please Jamie.She wished Jamie had changed his mind about honoring Evan’s invitation to join himself and his Fiance for dinner. At first he couldn't believe she could even ask him to do that, but something out of nowhere made him change his m