A Way Home is the third and sadly the final part in the Gay Amish…
If Only in My Dreams is the latest Christmas themed novel by Keira Andrews, still one of my favorite authors to date. This story was on my list for quite some time, but I didn’t get around to it until recently. And all I can say is what a great story it is. So sweet, so romantic and so totally fitting for this time of year. I love it !!
Charlie Yates promised his little sister Ava he would be home for Christmas and he is determined to do anything to make that happen. But when he gets to the airport everything is closed down because of some major snow storm. He decides to rent a car and drive across the country, but someone took the last rental car away just seconds before him. Luckily he knows the guy that rented it, but it is the guy he swore never to lay eyes on again after what happened between them.
Gavin Bloomberg was Charlies childhood friend, until something happened between them and he was afraid to admit to the truth. He has been regretting this ever since but never got a chance to make it up again. Until he runs into Charlie at the airport and he holds the keys to the last rental car available. It is for little Ava that Gavin decides to take Charlie with him on a road trip across the country in a desperate quest to get home on time.
For the first time in years they are forced to be together in a room, and a very small room at that. What will they do all those hours on the road and what happens when unexpected things happen that cause them to delay even further? Will Charlie and Gavin be able to work their problems out? Will they finally admit to whatever kept them apart and is there a future for them yet?
As far as Christmas novels go, this one sets the standard pretty high. I have read many Keira Andrews novels before and I have always loved them. This one is no different so I can recommend this one very very highly to everyone. Perfect reading for a cold day !!
I wasn’t sure if it was the crick in my neck or the drool dripping down my chin that woke me. Inhaling sharply, I jolted up straight. It was dark, and I blinked at the red glow of taillights. Beside me, Gavin turned down the radio, which had been playing a bad cover of “Santa Baby.” I rubbed my eyes. “Where are we?”
“We passed Wells, Nevada, a little while back.”
The green display on the dashboard said it was just after eleven p.m. I pulled out my phone and read a text from Mom.
How’s it going? You and Gavin be careful on those roads. Don’t drive too fast. Christmas will be whenever you get here. Xxxxx
I tamped down the swell of emotion. Most people did “xoxo,” but when I was little my mom always kissed my forehead, chin, both cheeks, and then the tip of my nose before I went to sleep. She did it with Ava too. I guess it’s our family’s thing, although my dad was always big on the bear hugs. He and Mom are kind of perfect that way. Yin and yang, Aunt Wendy says.
I glanced at Gavin, who looked over with a concerned furrow between his brows. “Um, yeah.”
I went back to my phone and opened my map. Why was Gavin being…nice? He hadn’t deigned to pay me the slightest bit of attention in years—aside from that day in the pizza place, the thought of which sent a prickly rush of anger and shame through me. But earlier when he’d asked about Ava, he’d seemed sincere.
I shifted in my seat, uncrossing my legs. When I’d woken up that morning from my uneasy pre-airport sleep, I’d expected to be back home in Norwalk by now. But here I was in a car in Buttfuck, Nevada—with Gavin Bloomberg. It was so goddamned weird.