It is a lovely story and perfect for this seasonal read.Katie Collins has barely ever left her tiny Irish village of Ennisbawn. Molly realise how important Christmas is to Andrew and is determined to get both of them home to their respective family come what may. But this year their 10th year of flying back together, plans didn’t go as planned due to a winter storm. Despite they live separately in the same town, they stay in contact and supported each other in both their relationship. This has been going on for the past 10 years. What she doesn’t know is that, as the snow falls over the city and over the heads of two friends who are sure they’re not meant to be together, the universe might just have a plan of its own…Īndrew and Molly both live in the same town and they take their yearly flight to their home country at the same time. And-as long as the highly-specific combination of taxis, planes, boats, and trains all run on time-it can’t possibly go wrong. And in time for his mam’s famous Christmas dinner. So, instead of doing the sane thing and just celebrating the holidays together in America, she does the stupid thing. Molly isn’t that bothered by Christmas, but-in yet another way they’re total opposites-Andrew is a full-on fanatic for the festive season and she knows how much getting back to Ireland means to him. In spite of all the ways the two friends are different, it’s the holiday tradition neither of them has ever wanted to give up.
But once a year, for the last ten years, Molly has spent seven hours and fifteen minutes sitting next to Andrew on the last flight before Christmas from Chicago to Dublin, drinking terrible airplane wine and catching up on each other’s lives. Nothing romantic has ever happened between them: they’re friends and that’s all. Molly and Andrew are just trying to get home to Ireland for the holidays, when a freak snowstorm grounds their flight.
She’s meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings…
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