Okay, it’s time to come clean. We love reading anything Christmas-y in the wrong season. There’s just something about it that’s so magical and nothing embodies that feeling more than writing from the ever-fantastic Carolyn Brown! Here’s an exclusive peek at her latest book, A Cowboy Christmas Miracle, out right now!
Betsy fidgeted as she waited in the lobby, key card to a room on the third floor in her hand. It wasn’t too late to cut her losses and get back into her truck, drive another half a mile, and get a room at a different hotel. But they were grown adults, and she’d rented a suite that came with a sofa, a small dining area, and a microwave and fridge.
She took a deep breath and stiffened her backbone as well as her resolve as she made plans. They would have supper in her room, not even look at that big, king-size bed, and talk about Christmas stuff. Then he would call down to the lobby and get his own room, probably on a different floor, and tomorrow they’d go home. And then she saw him carrying in two big sacks from the restaurant and a duffle bag, and her determination flew out the door when it slid open.
He was sexy as hell with snowflakes shining on his black cowboy hat. A few had made their way up under the brim to stick to his sandy-brown hair that covered half his ears. His blue eyes caught hers staring at him, and he winked.
That gesture plus his distinct swagger made her mouth go dry. Maybe, she decided right then, they should eat before she said anything. It would be a shame to get into an argument and spoil the dinner. He’d clearly spent a lot of money on those two bags of food, and she really was hungry.
You are hiding from what you know is the right thing to do, her conscience fussed.
I know, but I want one real dinner with him, and he’s gone to the trouble to bring it, and I’m not going to put myself in a position to even kiss him. It’s just dinner, for God’s sake. Go away and leave me alone, she argued.