I Fell for My Daughter-in-Law’s Grumpy Neighbor, but Thanksgiving Exposed the Terrifying Truth About Us

returning, and walked me to the door.

Before I stepped outside, he hesitated. “You can call me Peter,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

“And you can call me Margaret,” I replied, smiling.

Then, to my astonishment, he leaned in. For a moment, I froze, uncertain, but when his lips brushed mine, I realized I didn’t want to pull away.

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