Timms, Lexy, Driving Home for Christmas (Billionaire Holiday Romance Series #1) (3 stars)
Abby and Colin drive together from Wichita to Minneapolis. They're complete opposites: rich/poor, Grinch/Who, pessimist/optimist, rigid/relaxed. They open up to each other reluctantly, learn more about themselves, share a couple of wild nights, and possibly have a good thing going. Hopefully that's in Book 2, but I'm not interested enough to read it.
Sex: multiple scenes
Language: 15 F words, 0 Lord's name in vain, 12 S words
Violence: no
Cliffhanger: no, ends happily for now; apparently we have to read the next book for the HEA
Do I need to read books before this one: no
Would I read more of the series: no
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The plane has to land in Wichita due to a snowstorm. Colin has to get to Minneapolis for a meeting. He grew his $1B business from his garage to US and China markets. He wants to launch his business into Europe, so he decides to drive to make sure he gets there. A woman at the car rental kiosk is desperate and broke. He's appalled at her manners and at her having a financial emergency. He's leaving, she tells the attendant she needs to get to a Minneapolis suburb, the attendant looks at him. If I told this woman no, my Grinch-like nature would be front page news, and the meeting wouldn’t mean a damn thing. She was loud, she was clumsy, and she was a hugger. This was going to be a long trip.
Abby is so grateful. The past few months had been rough. She's lost her roommate and only friend. Her career is shredded. She has no money, nor even enough for coffee. Colin is tense and terse, likes things just so. She keeps trying to engage him in conversation, but fails. She asks to call her parents to update them, then wants his phone because hers died on the plane. It's a smart phone, so she Googles him first. She reads aloud his headlines, then calls Mom and gabs.
Colin is ready to pay for her to have a taxi. He's not heartless, he just doesn't celebrate Christmas. Doesn't like kids, either. He's fed up with her singing carols off key, turns off the radio. She asks questions. I’ve made the idea of the business dinner electronic and across cultures. She tells him her family traditions. Her Christmas traditions did sound nice. Since she had people to spend time with and all.
She asks about family, girlfriend. Nobody. “You should consider getting a girlfriend. Because despite the fact that you’re a jerk, I think you’d be good at spoiling her. Cold men like you are always softies on the inside.” “Your proof is a stereotype.” “Stereotypes are borne from a truth. They might be blown out of proportion in movies and books, but tropes exist for a reason. Stereotypes bleed an inherent truth about the box someone has put themselves into. Not because they willingly put themselves in a box, but because of how the mind hardwires itself when someone first begins their journey to that box. You’re cold and mean and unforgiving because you have the last little bit of softness that you’re trying so hard to protect. You want to wait and see who’ll dig through all those walls to get to it, and in your mind, whoever’s willing to break through all those walls deserves it. But that’s not true.” “Why?” “Because wrecking balls exist.”
The car gets a flat, and then the snow starts. The flat delays them, the snow forces half speed. Abby has her head out the window, trying to catch snowflakes. They have to stop at the only motel in Lamoni, IA. Only 1 room available, 1 bed. She picks at her nails. I was intrigued as to why she was feeling the way she was, and why she acted the way she did. Then, a chilling thought ran through my mind. “Did your ex hurt you?” “Not in the way you’re thinking.” “The breakup. It was recent. That’s why you’re going home, and he’s not with you. Because you didn’t want to spend the holidays alone. You wanted to spend them with your family.” “I always spend them with my family.” “Yes, but they always come to you.” “How could you possibly—” “So, I was right.” She kisses him to shut him up, then sex.
Colin takes a cold shower because the water heater's broken. He hates the lousy motel, wants to leave, but the weatherman says they're trapped. He calls Mac to handle the most important meeting in the company's history, will be there for the charity event. And Abby still finds a silver lining.
Abby calls Mom, who calls her the strong one in the family. I didn’t feel strong. I was ignorant and naive and an idiot. I always wanted to see the good in people. I always wanted to draw out the best in them. I always wanted to believe that if I gave them my all and invested my heart and soul into them, that the work would pay off. That was what my father taught me growing up. If I invested my time and effort, I would always reap a reward. For the first time in my life, I was now sitting in a place where that lesson wasn’t true. Where that childhood lesson I’d built my entire life on was no longer valid. It was shaking the very concrete I’d built my entire life on, and I felt myself flailing for help.
“You’re just so happy. All the time. How in the world could you possibly be like this all the time?” “Look, if I wasn’t, then anything bad that happened would swallow me whole. And since that doesn't sound like a very appealing way to live my life, I choose to be optimistic.” “What’s trying to swallow you whole?” Silence.
He suggests they hunt for food, she giggles. That giggle of hers fell from her lips, and it washed over my ears like silk. They get some chips and cookies, then try for water, but the machine eats his last dollars and shuts down. I couldn’t believe it. I simply couldn’t process all of it. The busted water heater. The rickety bed. The chance encounter with a woman I couldn’t stand and still wanted to get to know. The incompetent front desk and this damn weather that was keeping me from the most important meeting of my life. And now, we didn’t even have decent water to drink. I heard Abby’s giggle start up, and I couldn’t help but feel a tickle in the back of my throat. Her giggle grew to a laugh, and before I knew it, I was joining her. A smile spread across my cheeks while her head lobbed back, and my stomach jumped as I simply shook my head in shock.
In the room, he wants to know about her. She won't answer. I'll Google you. I'm not important enough. She locks herself in the bathroom. He gets into bed as the heat goes out. She takes a lukewarm shower that turns to ice. She sits on the bed shivering. He opens the covers, she's still shivering. He pulls her close to share warmth. Then the electricity goes. She says they'll get stuff fixed soon. Your optimism is showing. “Emotions are just chemical reactions. But it’s how we respond to those chemical reactions that dictate our positivity or our negativity.” He rolls her over, starts kissing her. Pleasures her and loves it in ways he never has. After, they cuddle to keep the heat, she sings, he asks her to stop because she's a terrible singer. She starts asking questions again, he doesn't answer until she says they'll swap answers. “Why are you not headed home for the holidays?” “Because going home reminds me of my childhood.” “What happened when you were a child?” “First, you have to answer one of mine.” “Yes, that was the agreement. Shoot.” “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Because he cheated on me.” “Abby, I’m so sorry.” She rolls away and he watches her energy dim as tears roll. He pulls her close again, they sleep.
She wakes up to lights on and heat blowing. It's stopped snowing, too. She squeals when the office calls to say the water heater's working. When they wake, they make love. He tells her Mac will cover the meeting, has been with him since the garage. So you do have a friend? When did you get the impression I didn't? “When I found out you were a workaholic that didn’t like the holidays. Who in the world wants to be around someone like that?” He watches himself like a third person as he goes distant and rigid. She apologizes for the joke, he can't stop his reaction. She won't give him her home address.
I tried apologizing, but he wasn’t having it. She gets dressed, meets him in the car. She doesn't offer to drive because she knows he wants control. He pays for the room, and she realizes if she eats, he'll have to pay for that, too. She feels like a leech. She'd been saving a hefty down for a home, a retirement account, and kids. All of it had been ripped from me the moment the truth came to light. Now, I had nothing. I had no apartment, I had no friends. I had no home and I had no money. I had no job and the career I had worked toward had effectively gone down in a massive pile of flames. She knows she shut down like Colin did, can't stop. I bared my body for this man I couldn’t get enough of, and then I opened my idiotic mouth and pushed him away with a stupid joke. In the tire shop, he forces coffee and food on her. They're finally on the road, she updates Mom. Colin: “What would your perfect Christmas be like?” She's got every day planned 11/30-12/25, with parents, husband, and kids. His is time with his wife, mother, and kids. He'd get gifts he never got. She asks where Dad is in the scenario. You asked for perfect, so that's that. Silence.
He's thinking about how the meeting's going, smiles. Abby: You're not supposed to be thinking about work. “I’m supposed to think about my cheating-ass father?” Walked in on Dad cheating, never made up with him. “That’s why you hate the holidays. Because thinking of family reminds you of all that.” Nods. “Colin, you have got to let go. Of this anger and this guilt. The man isn’t even alive now, and all you’re doing is allowing him to continue affecting you. That broken man won something over you, and you don’t seem like the kind of man that accepts defeat that easily.”
“I’m technically homeless,” she said, then silence, and that makes Colin even angrier. She's not ready to reveal the past year's stupid decisions. She's trying to not have a panic attack. She won't open, but gets him to talk about charities. He helps people, in business and in person. He gets tense about the time again, she tells him to loosen up, he gets more tense.
He's done with her advice and her talking. How in the world was she simply okay with everything? How in the world was she just going with the flow? It was people like her that stunted the world’s conglomerate growth. He gets gas and coffee, none for her because he's not her cash cow. “Stop giggling and singing and trying to be everyone’s wise old friend, then skirt by your own problems when someone wants you to reciprocate an action in response to theirs. You want me to lighten up? Then string some lights up around my head and turn them on. Being who I am is what got me to the successful place I am, and I guarantee you being as laid back as you are got you to where you’re currently sitting. Unable to buy yourself a cup of coffee. So while I might be high-strung, I don’t hate my life. Take it for what it’s worth.” She melts into the door. Eventually he turns on Christmas music. Nothing, not even toe tapping. Not only had I made her upset, but I’d pulled from her that Christmas spirit or whatever it was. Abby? “It wasn’t my decision for you to just spew your life out like that. And I’m not wrong. You’re too high-strung. I don’t know you well enough to tell you how to not be high-strung. I just know that’s what you need to do.”
“You think I talk too much,” she said. “I think you’re a lot of things. Overly cheery. Naive. Unprepared for bad circumstances in life. But we’re all a lot of things. I’m high-strung and a workaholic. I don’t enjoy the holidays, and I don’t celebrate birthdays.” “I just don’t understand.” “And I don’t expect you to. Just like I won’t understand you. We’ve only got a road trip. We can’t possibly dissect one another in that short amount of time.” “I wish we could.” “Why?” Silence. I wanted to know why she wanted to dissect me. Why she cared so much about knowing who I was. To her, I was just some workaholic with a stick up my ass who wanted to ruin the holidays.
He’d opened up to me for just a moment, and it was like I was seeing another person. A vulnerable side to him that was open to just about anything to make him smile. That man would’ve enjoyed the holidays. That man would’ve enjoyed the snow and a twinkling Christmas tree. I wanted to remember the good parts of this trip. The way he laughed at the vending machine. The way his body breathed warm life into mine. The way his eyes twinkled for just a moment when he was talking about his perfect Christmas. Maybe he was upset that he finally gave me what I’d been asking him for, and in return, I only gave him little snippets. Maybe in his world, a courtesy was returned for a courtesy received. Well, that might’ve been how it worked with the rich, but with us poor people, that wasn’t how it worked. You were kind and courteous because the only other option was to be lonely and bitter, like he was. Where I came from and how I was raised, you didn’t give courtesy to receive it. You gave it because it was the right thing to do. You gave it because you never know who you’re going to come across who’s going to need that courtesy in order to lift their spirits. She sobs. “You sit there in your expensive suit and your tailored coat and your genuine leather driving gloves and you assume you know everything about me, but you don’t know a damn thing, Colin. You think my happiness and my Christmas spirit are naive, but you don’t have the first damn clue as to why it’s the only thing I have to grasp onto right now.” She came home to her boyfriend of 3y (planning marriage and kids, had gone house shopping) having sex with her roommate (friends since freshman year, sorority sisters). Told roommate to choose, she moved out. Boyfriend emptied her account of $40K. Missed rent, pawned gifts she'd bought. Just promoted to department manager at credible magazine, trusted a writer to do fact-checking, both got fired when false story ran. In the span of two months, my best friend, my career, my money, and the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with were ripped away from me. She'd wanted to forget everything for Christmas, but Colin had been determined to level the playing field so he could feel better about himself.
I never would’ve guessed that the woman who was trying to get to know this stranger and continuously kept a smile on her face had just been evicted from her home. She was right. Courtesy was something she needed right now without the forcible reciprocity found within the business world. In my world, if you gave someone a courtesy and it wasn’t reciprocated, your businesses would always be at odds. If she had the ability to keep that optimistic outlook of hers through all the things life had thrown her way, then she really was a rare type of person. Going through that kind of heartache and abandonment would’ve broken me. He asks what the story was about. Insider trading by a tech mogul. Colin names him, his competitor. He's dragging Colin's business name into mud; he needs a publicist with integrity, offers her a job. “That’s very generous of you, given the fact that you can’t stand me.” “It’s not that I can’t stand you. We’re just two different people with traits that get on one another’s nerves sometimes. That’s all.” The broader her smile got, the warmer I felt inside. Her giggle filled the car, and I was happy she was happy. I felt the stress I’d been carrying around slowly leave my body, and I started wondering why in the world that was happening now. What changed? I looked over at Abby, who was humming to herself, and then it hit me. It was her. It was that smile and that cheery expression that was once the most annoying thing to me in the world. It was her countenance and the strength I now understood she possessed. It was the way she was still smiling, even though her entire world had crippled itself around her. Maybe this was a little more than just her body. She agrees to give him her home address. I felt a sort of excitement blooming in my gut. I’d get to see where she lived. Where she grew up.
Colin describes the job. For the first time since I caught my ex with my best friend, I felt hope. “I’m thankful for you.” “How is someone who is so full of spirit thankful for a Grinch like myself?” “Because you gave me a ride when you didn’t have to, you protected me when it wasn’t required of you, and you fed me out of your own pocket. Thank you for your kindness.” She invites him to come for Christmas. Mom and Dad say stuff, Colin laughs before leaving. He's beautiful. They go in, she's crying her story before she's even seated. Mom cries with her, Dad's angry at job and boyfriend. She tells them about the trip, how good Colin was to her, then reads Twas the Night Before Christmas with Dad on the porch. While thinking about Colin.
Colin showers, thinks about his last shower, wonders what she's doing. He misses her. Mac tells him it went better than expected, Colin grins and hugs, Mac is confused. He tells the audience the company will send 50% more people to dig fresh water wells because of success in Mac's meeting. People laugh and he laughs, too, then sees their shock. He tells them about Abby, things she taught him and how he's changing. “As crazy as it sounds, she seems to have given me a new outlook on life that you all can see plainly up on this stage. Your reactions to my own reactions have proven to me that she was right.”
Abby wakes up Christmas morning, determined to enjoy the day surrounded by love. Tomorrow she'll make a decision, and now she's thinking about Colin. After lunch, she sends Colin an email so, even if alone, he knows he's thought of. At the end of the day, Mom takes a call, then tells everyone to get dressed (PJs all day). Abby showers, dresses, then Mom pushes her outside. Colin's on the porch! Gray suit, red shirt, green tie. Laughter. Kisses. Proper introductions. Mom and Abby prepare Christmas dinner while Dad and Colin talk and laugh. At dinner, he was smiling and laughing with my parents. He was offering up more information about his life than I’d been able to pull from him. I could feel a warmth radiating from him that I’d only experienced once or twice while we were on the road together, and it only served to pull a smile across my face. He invites her to his hotel, to leave after dinner. It breaks with tradition. Mom whispers, “I really like him. And your father will get over it. Go. Have fun. Enjoy your life.” “She’s been through too much,” my father said. “Take care of her while she’s with you.” “You have my word on that.” On the drive, he tells her he has a surprise for her. A snow globe of Des Moines, the tense part of their 2nd leg. “Thank you, Colin. I so wish I had something for you.” “You being here with me on Christmas is the best thing you could’ve given me. I haven’t spent Christmas with anyone in over a decade. No one. I’ve been alone and cooped up in an office until now. Thank you, Abby. Thank you for being here with me.”
“Why don’t I start us a fire?” “Then we could cuddle on the couch and just exist?” “Sounds like the perfect Christmas to me.” They're cuddling, he laughs because he's so happy. “You really should do that more often. Laugh. Chuckle. Whatever that beautiful sound is you make when you’re happy about something. I love that sound.” “You love it, huh?” “I do.” “Good, because I plan on doing it a lot more.” They make love, then curl up in front of the fireplace. “Merry Christmas, Abby.” “Merry Christmas, Colin.”