Returning to my hometown last summer was supposed to be a temporary pit stop to save money while I searched for a job in my tech field after the company I'd been with since my college internship folded overnight. Little did I know, my temporary gig as the office manager at my sister Renee's vet clinic would become more than just a stopgap measure.
Embracing the leisurely pace of Camden, where work doesn't haunt my weekends, and the adorable animals at the clinic make every day a delight, I found unexpected contentment. The lack of nightlife and the tight-knit community, where everyone knows everyone, made dating a challenge, but I wore my 'single pringle' status proudly, with no intention of changing it.
Everything shifted when Elliott Summers, my unrequited high school crush, walked into the clinic with an injured puppy from the local rescue. As we volunteered to co-foster Snowflake, a pup in need of round-the-clock care over the holidays, the past and present collided.
Will the close quarters of fostering this adorable furball finally give me the courage to express feelings that have lingered since high school, or will this second chance at connection slip through my fingers like melting snowflakes?
