Stranded in the snow—together!
Heiress Serena Winston has gone off the grid for the holidays! She’s staying in a remote cabin in the Alps, looking to get away from it all…
Since losing his wife, Christmas isn’t the same for TV presenter Jackson Bennett. He goes where the work takes him, this time to Austria. But when an American beauty runs him off the road in a blizzard and a storm leaves them stranded, it seems like a disaster. Until their time alone turns into an unexpected Christmas to remember!
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So this trip was spur of the moment. Jackson found that interesting. To his surprise, he was finding most everything about this woman interesting. That hadn’t happened to him since…since he’d met his wife.
Not that his interest in Mae was remotely similar to the way he felt about June. He supposed that it was only natural to feel some sort of indebtedness to the person who saved your life. That had to be it. For all he knew, he’d hit his head in the accident. It sure hurt enough to have struck something.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosy,” he said. “I guess it’s just the nature of my job.”
Just then Gizmo came running into the room.
“Gizmo, stop.” Mae had a horrified look on her face.
Jackson couldn’t help but wonder what had put that look on her face until the little dog stopped in front of him with something pink hanging from its mouth.
“Gizmo!” Mae rushed forward.
The dog dropped a pink lacy bra at Jackson’s feet. He glanced up to find Mae’s face the same shade as the delicate bra. Jackson couldn’t help himself. On one leg, he carefully maneuvered himself closer to the floor so he could pick up the piece of lingerie.
He straightened just as Mae reached him. A smile pulled at his lips as he held out the bra. “I believe this is yours.”
“Quit smiling.” She snatched the very alluring bra from him. “It isn’t funny.”
“Your dog has an interesting sense of humor.”
“He’s a klepto. That’s all.” And then realizing that she was still holding the bra in front of him, she moved it behind her back.
“You have good taste.” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he couldn’t resist a bit of teasing.
The color heightened in her face. “If you’re done critiquing my lingerie, I’ll take my clothes upstairs.”
She turned promptly. With her head held high and her shoulders rigid, she moved to the armchair. For some reason, he didn’t think she would be so easily embarrassed. After all, earlier today she was not afraid to call the shots, including stripping him down to his boxers and then dressing him. But just now, he’d witnessed a vulnerable side of her. Most intriguing.
“Pink looks good on you,” he called out.
She turned and gave him a dirty look. It was at that point that he burst out laughing. In that moment, he forgot about all his aches and pains. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed without it being on cue. It felt good. Real good.
Mae gathered her clothes and strode over to the steps leading to the second floor. A smile lingered on his face as he settled back on the couch. He figured he’d be less of a bother here as opposed to anywhere else.
Gizmo returned to the room. He hefted himself onto the couch. He settled against Jackson’s thigh and put his head down. Jackson never bothered with dogs, but maybe Gizmo wasn’t so bad after all. He ran his hand over the dog’s soft fur. At least, Gizmo had a sense of humor. Unlike his human counterpart.
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