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I only meant to shadow him for an article. So how did the Christmas composer who should’ve annoyed me become the one breaking open everything I avoid?
I meet Theo Martinez, expecting saccharine cheer. Instead, I get someone who sees right through me and doesn’t look away.
He’s absolutely off-limits.
He’s also hopeful, earnest, emotional in ways I swore I’d never touch again.
Then my editor traps me: follow him everywhere for the story or lose my column. Suddenly, I’m in his apartment, watching him turn strangers’ heartbreak into something beautiful.
He surprises me with the way he listens. The quiet ache beneath his smile. The moment his hand brushes mine and the world tilts. I fall for him in the spaces between notes, right before everything breaks.
Because loving him means facing the holiday I’ve spent my entire adult life running from.
And if I can’t?
I might lose the only person who ever made Christmas feel real.



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