“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.