One castle. One holiday game. And the man she swore she’d never face again.

Spending Christmas in a Scottish castle should feel magical.
But the second I see Cameron Keith, the magic turns to mayhem.

He’s the man I never truly got over.
The one I thought I’d buried in my past.
The one who—kilt and all—still makes my pulse race.

I should leave. I should run. I should absolutely not get pulled into a ridiculous holiday parlor game where I’m trapped answering his questions.

But the castle is full of secrets.
Cameron is looking at me like he never stopped wanting me.
And I’m about to find out if first love ever really fades… or if some flames refuse to die.

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Amelia

My best friend’s castle wasn’t safe. Everyone laughed and joked with each other, but I was on edge. I should probably have left my friends and said no to their invitation the second I heard that their plans included Cameron Keith. I hadn’t seen him in years. Long-ago memories definitely shouldn’t make my stomach tighten and my lips tingle. He’d moved on. So had I, and I was living my dream.

I trekked across the ballroom of Charlotte’s castle, where I’d been invited for the holidays. Earlier, when they mentioned Cameron and going to his house for Hogmanay, I’d already said I needed to get back to London. In no universe would I ever again go willingly to Cameron Keith. The short time we’d been together was enough.

He felt the same, I was sure. I doubted that his seeing my name on the guest list would cause him such distress. He was over me. I was the only one playing out fantasies in my head. The last time I had seen his name in print, it was under a photograph of him holding hands with a beautiful model. The knock-out diamond ring on her finger hadn’t escaped my attention. So he couldn’t be carrying a torch for me.

Not that I’d carried much of one for him, but my bad habit of comparing other men’s kisses to his was on my list of things I needed to stop doing.

Butterflies flew in my belly, and I took my wine to go find a corner to hide in. However, a wall of muscles blocked my path.

My heart fluttered at the sight of him. I looked up at his short and slightly curly hair then moved my gaze down to his warm brown eyes, which took my breath away, passed the hint of hair on his chest, and went lower. Kilts shouldn’t be so damn sexy. I clutched the stem of my Bordeaux.

“Amelia, it’s been a long time.”

Adrenaline at the idea that he’d sought me out rushed through my veins, though I was sure he only wanted to tell me how happy he was.

I refused to look at him so that he wouldn’t see how he still made me tremble. “Cameron… I didn’t think you’d come.”

He rocked on his feet, and his muscles flexed, like he was showing off. Heat rose to my face, and I looked away at the white wall.

Cameron lifted a dark eyebrow and asked, “Why wouldn’t I?” The sound of his voice still made me weak in the knees.

“Because I’m here. I’ve not seen you in a long time.” My stomach clenched as I looked up at him, anticipating the moment he would bring out his fiancée and rub his happiness in my face.