Christmas at the Riverview Inn Read Online Molly O’Keefe

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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)

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Christmas at the Riverview Inn

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Molly O'Keefe

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A Christmas promise brings two lost souls together at the magical Riverview Inn.
All the Mitchells have returned to the Riverview Inn for the season of light and love—including Josie, who hasn’t been back for five years. She has thrown herself into her job, trying to forget the mistakes of her past. Trying to convince herself and her family that she’s happy.
And she’s doing okay—until Cameron shows up.
Cameron left the Inn and the only family he has ever known under mysterious and heart-wrenching circumstances seven years ago. Since then, he’s lived a nomadic life, forming attachments to no one and no place.
But the memory of the night Cameron left—and the love they felt for each other—has haunted them both. Can the holiday spirit heal the wounds of the past? Will this Christmas give them a second chance at love?
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Molly O'Keefe


7 Years Ago—August


It was the night of Josie Mitchell’s high school graduation and she was drunk as an adorable skunk.

And Cameron was in the tenth circle of hell. Did hell have that many circles? Whatever, he’d found a new one. Charting undiscovered hell territory—of course he’d be good at that.

“That was a great night,” she said, looking up at him from the passenger seat of his car.

“I’m glad you had fun. Do you…need help?” He opened the passenger side door to help her out.

“No,” she said indignantly, and then all but fell out of the car.

“Okay, I gotcha,” he said, getting her to her feet and propping her up against the front fender. Where she slid, like she had no bones, toward the front wheel.

“I had fun because of you,” she said. “You made it possible, Cameron.”

“Well…” He didn’t know what to say to that so he let the word trail off, grabbed her by the waist, and shut the passenger door. The sound of the slamming door sent some animal scurrying off in the bush and he hoped he hadn’t just woken up the whole family.

“You give the best gifts,” she said, turning to look at him, which meant her face was very close. He could turn his head and…

Do not turn your head.

His graduation present to her had been chauffeur service for her and her friends from the Riverview Inn—her family’s lodge in the Catskill Mountains—to all the graduation parties. So she could have fun and be safe.

“Well, you’re no slouch either,” he said. The only way he knew how to take a compliment was to deflect it.

“Okay, five questions,” she said.


“No. It’s my turn. You five question me all the time.”

“Fine. Go.” He pretended to be annoyed. But mostly he was just nervous, not sure what questions might come out of drunk Josie’s mouth. This was a game they’d started playing the summer the ground had been broken on Haven House. Top five favorite movies. Top five favorite television show finales—those were her type of questions. Top five ways to eat potatoes. Five worst things you’ve ever eaten—those were his.

“Best gift you ever got?”

“The coffeemaker you got me on my birthday.” It was this high-tech, expensive camping thing that fit in the palm of his hand. He loved it so much. He loved that she knew he would love it. “But the year you got me all the Bourdain books. That was a good year, too.”

“I need to replace those. You’ve read them to pieces and…” She paused. Hiccupped. They stopped, a stone clattering off his shoe.

“Are you going to throw up?” he asked.

“Totally not,” she said like she was offended. Which meant there was a fifty-fifty chance she was going to puke. He got them walking again. A little faster now.

Tonight, all he’d done was drive her and Helen around playing Beyoncé at top volume. He’d wanted to take her camping, to this place he’d found way up in the mountains behind the lodge, where there was a lake so clear and blue it looked like a sky. A place he knew she would love. But then he’d thought about being in a tent with her and rejected the idea.

He’d thought this would be better.

Stupid me.

“You are such a good guy,” Josie breathed. Her breath was, like, eighty percent alcohol; he was getting drunk just being close to her. “Did you know that?”

“Yep,” he said, trying to keep her on her feet and also open the back door. But she kept melting. Against him. Against the door. She was a puddle of Josie, in the way of everywhere he was trying to be.

“No.” She grabbed his face.

Ouch. A little rough, there, Jos. And he thought she might be going for some kind of stern look, some kind of serious I mean business type look. But she was too drunk. And too dear to manage it.

God. She is beautiful.

As quickly as he thought that, he stopped. He was good at that after all these years. Thinking a thing he shouldn’t and then just…not. Just stopping.

“You’re my best friend,” she said.

“I know.”

He got the door open, managed to get them inside the dark and cool kitchen. No one there, waiting up.

Thank God.

But they were all sleeping here at the lodge. Alice and her husband Gabe. Max and Josie’s mom, Delia. If they weren’t quiet he’d have a million Mitchells in here.

“Cameron,” she said. “You have to listen to me.”

He actually laughed. “Josie. I’m listening. I’m a good guy and I’m your best friend. You’re mine, too.” These were things they didn’t actually say out loud. Like saying them out loud might tip the chemistry of their friendship into that place he was trying to avoid. Trying not to look at. Trying to pretend didn’t exist.

And, frankly, pretending was easier when they weren’t touching.