A Snow Country Christmas. Linda Miller Lael

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      “THAT WAS A real treat. I felt like I was home again.”

      For someone who obviously hit the gym, Mick could eat on a par with the Carson brothers, and that was a high bar. As Red, the head hand at the ranch would say, he could really strap on the ole feed bag. Raine was happy she’d decided to make three burgers instead of just two because that third one disappeared quickly. Mick’s manners were meticulous, of course, but he had devoured his food with flattering enthusiasm.

      “I warn you,” she informed him when she got up to clear their plates, “I learned all about how to make dessert from Blythe Carson. Ice cream is going to be all you get.”

      “That sounds just fine to me.”

      “Once you taste Bad Billy’s Lemon Drop Ice Cream, you’ll be hooked for life.” She wasn’t kidding. “There’s a reason I don’t dare keep it on hand all the time. That would be a desire to keep my girlish figure.”

      He gave her a slow once-over as he rose, plate in hand. “There’s nothing I’d change, trust me. Let me help with the cleanup.”

      She’d argue, but had a feeling Mick Branson didn’t lose verbal battles very often, maybe ever. He was the epitome of cool, calm and collected, with a good dose of masculine confidence thrown in. It was telling that she wasn’t sure how to handle his obvious interest, because she’d decided a long time ago to just live her life as she wished and that her untraditional approach was a healthy outlook on life, at least for her. She’d sat down with her daughter and explained that the reason she’d never married Slater was that they were too fundamentally different for it to work out, and Daisy seemed to accept that, perhaps because she saw how much her parents loved her and respected each other.

      But no one was more different from her than Mick Branson, so Raine had to question why, when their fingers brushed as she handed him the ice cream scoop so he could do the honors, there was an electric flicker of awareness between them.

      He wasn’t her type.

      She was definitely not his type. She wasn’t sure what his type might be, but she imagined a cool, polished blonde who’d feel right at home in pearls and a stylish black dress. Someone who’d fit in at corporate functions and with the Hollywood set.

      Mick interrupted her musings as he scooped out the creamy lemon mixture into the two Victorian glasses she’d inherited from her grandmother. “Daisy is a great kid from what I’ve seen. Spunky and self-confident.”

      She smiled. “That she is. It’s hard to believe she’s half-grown already. I don’t know where the time goes.”

      He concentrated on scooping. “Have you ever thought about having more children?”

      Raine’s expression must have reflected her surprise at the unexpected question. He caught her gaze and for a moment she found herself trapped in those dark eyes. “I just meant you’re a wonderful mother, according to Slater. You’re young, so it just occurred to me. Plus I talked to Grace this morning and she told me her news, and also about Luce.” He looked not exactly embarrassed but maybe off balance. “I didn’t mean to get so personal so quickly. I officially recant.”

      Raine wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily. “I don’t mind the question, but turnabout is fair play. So what about you? Kids?” He was, she’d guess, around forty or so. There wasn’t a fleck of gray in that carefully tousled dark hair, but Slater had once remarked that he and Mick were about the same age.

      “Do I have any kids? No. Do I want them? Maybe.”

      “I feel like I don’t know that much about you. You’ve done a good job of keeping your private life, well...private.”

      “Checking up on me?” He didn’t seem to mind—quite the opposite. “I keep it that way as much as possible.”

      “I might have checked a little when you first showed up in Mustang Creek, but Slater likes you, so I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be wasting BB’s Lemon Drop on you.”

      “In that case, I hope to prove worthy of the ice cream. Sounds like a high bar.”

      At least he had a sense of humor. She was discovering she liked that about him.

      There were quite a lot of things she liked about him. Too many.

      “It’s an honor, trust me. I don’t just give it away all the time.”

      Without a blink, he returned smoothly, “I didn’t think you did.”

      Raine couldn’t help but give him the look. “I thought I banned the sexual innuendos.”

      “Hey, you can take that remark any way you wish.”

      A man like him didn’t look boyish often, but his unrepentant expression was pretty close. And those eyes...

      “Just for that, I’m going to make you watch my favorite Christmas movie, unless you have other pressing plans.”

      “I’m all yours.” He deftly wielded the ice cream scoop. “In case you’re wondering—and I’m going to guess you are—my brother and his wife are in London for the holidays this year, my mother is in New York with friends, and since I have a little surprise for Slater, I decided Mustang Creek might not be a bad place to spend Christmas this year. I’m almost afraid to ask, but what’s your favorite Christmas movie? Please СКАЧАТЬ