A rented room, a quiet contractor, and sparks flying this Christmas.
Laura never imagined Christmas could feel so empty. Grieving her grandmother and struggling to keep her Vermont home, she’s barely staying afloat. The bills are piling up, and the old house needs more than she can give. Reluctantly, she rents her spare room to Jack, a quiet contractor from Boston, expecting nothing more than a tenant.
Jack spends his days at the hospital, watching machines keep his father alive. He’s distant and burdened, and the last thing he’s looking for this Christmas is joy or romance. Renting Laura’s room is simply a convenience.
But amid leaking faucets, chilly nights, and the soft glow of holiday lights, a connection begins to grow between them—fragile, warm, and impossible to ignore.
One December evening draws them closer, yet is it simply a way to comfort each other, or is it something real?
Between grief, desire, and the town that leans on them both, Laura and Jack must decide if love can grow even in the hardest season.
