A holiday road trip with the one who got away
It was the artisan cheese I fell for first. Then I met its maker at my best friend's wedding. Pippa Wallace. A goddess in glasses. We shared one dance, and I was lost. But we live on separate continents, so I settled for friendship.
Now three years later, I'm back in Scotland about to embark on a road trip to deliver a massive Christmas surprise to my best friend... and Pippa's come down to drive with me.
It doesn't take long to figure out this attraction is mutual. But it's going to take more than five hundred miles, a flat tire, and an inn with only one bed to convince her to take a real chance on us. Especially as I've got more than a few million secrets in the bank.