Excerpt:
“Gingerbread cookie, Ms. Dixon?”
Laura looked up at a young woman
who carried a tray strapped around her neck. The scent of freshly baked gingerbread
suddenly made her stomach growl and Laura immediately agreed. She’d forgotten
they were a part of the ice skating experience.
“Thanks,” Kamari said and accepted
one, immediately biting into it.
She watched him chew the delicious
treat even as she polished off two of the gingerbread men of her own. And damn
it, all she could hear was Never eat in front of a man.
Clearing her throat, Laura pushed
that thought aside and dusted the crumbs from her gloved fingers. It seemed she
did that a lot in the last hour or two—clear her throat to regain some
semblance of control over her emotions around this man.
She’d worked with him for months,
and she’d turned him down so many times. Why did this feel different? Was it
because they’d never gone ice skating together? That made little sense. What
did ice skating have to do with her wildly shifting feelings? Was it Christmas?
They’d worked on a Christmas hotel, for goodness’ sake.
Laura looked at the gingerbread
cookie woman through narrowed eyes. Maybe it was something in the gingerbread.
Maybe she really was losing her
mind. Or…oh no. No, this couldn’t be it. Maybe Sabrina was right! Maybe she did
need a vacation.
The wind kicked up again and she
shivered. Frankly, Laura preferred to blame this change in her feelings for
Kamari on the gingerbread. It made everything so much easier.
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