He’s a saint with a tarnished halo, and Aubrey Thomas can’t stand him…or can she?
Handsome fireman, Mickey Hurst is loved by all. He volunteers at the local parish where Aubrey Thomas works as an administrator. He sings in the choir. He leads the youth group. He even acts as the church handyman, but Aubrey knew him before he became Saint Mickey—when he told her he’d have to be drunk to kiss her…and he was. What’s so infuriating is that despite his horrible admission, Aubrey loves Mickey as much as everybody else.
Mickey doesn’t blame Aubrey for disliking him. After all, he kissed her when he wasn’t sober—and insulted her, to boot. Aubrey deserved a better man—a Godly man. But, since that fateful kiss, Mickey’s drawn closer to the Lord. With the intercession of God and the matchmaking parish staff, Mickey prays that this Christmas he will be able to prove to Aubrey he’s now the man for her.
Of course, it was true. Everybody loved Mickey. He was a fireman, a natural hero, good looking, had a voice to die for, and a personality to match. Just now, Bella, the receptionist, stared up at him like he had just granted her a million dollar tax deduction. Aubrey knew what that tilt to Bella’s chin meant. She’d seen the look of admiration before.
Mickey stood with his hands in his pockets, throwing his head back with his great, booming laugh that Aubrey could hear through the closed door.
Then Bella pointed. Mickey turned, and Aubrey ducked out of sight. A second later a knock sounded, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while she called, “Come in.”
He did, all six feet plus of him, with the curly brown hair and blue eyes that would melt a confirmed man-hater’s heart.
Oh, yes, everybody loved him, and people like Bella were always shoving Mickey Aubrey’s way. Those warm blue eyes and deep dimples just did something to her insides. But he couldn’t look her in the eye, hadn’t for three years, and that made it hard for Aubrey to believe Bella or any of the other matchmakers knew what they were about.
He’d done a lot of other things in those years. He’d turned his life around, given his heart to Jesus, persuaded the community that Rome ought to change its rules and proclaim him a saint before he died. But he hadn’t met her gaze. Not once.
She’d been watching. That, and the fact that Mickey never seemed to either notice or mind the gossips, made her see red and plot murder on her off days. She’d been having a lot of off days lately. She hated feeling that way but really, it wasn’t her fault.
Mickey. Hurst. Drove. Aubrey. Nuts.
Mostly because a huge part of her agreed Mickey belonged with her.
He slouched into her office and rubbed a hand over the faint stubble on his jaw. Her heart sang with the sound. Aubrey shushed it.
“Can I help you?”
So sweet! I loved it!
Mickey is adorable and Aubrey is just so caught up in the past that she can't see what's in front of her. Sounds like it could happen to any of us!
It's hilarious how everyone keeps pushing them together and they both know what's going on but don't say anything.
I would've loved to be a fly on the wall when they sang together!
Great story! Fun, fun, fun!
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