Trusting the words a man says to me is never going to happen again. Would I like to live in blissful ignorance? Absolutely. But my eyes have been opened and I’m not falling for it again. I want to believe Gavin is different. Maybe it’s the holiday season that has me believing again, or maybe it’s him. He told me he’s not staying after he gets the inn ready to sell. He has a life, and it’s not in my small town. But I fall for his act. I accept his invite to spend the holidays with his aunt and sister and her kids. I don’t say anything when he tells them all that we’re dating. I don’t stop him when he kisses me. And when he drives me home, I invite him in and pray he never stops. I should know better than to trust a man, but he’s so good at convincing me that he’s different that I almost let myself fall for him. Never mind. I fell. I just hope he can catch me.