A Snowglobe Christmas by Goodnight Linda

Author:Goodnight, Linda
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Owen shook the snow from his hat-covered head and stomped his feet on the stoop, then stepped into the warm foyer of the bed-and-breakfast.

Satisfaction settled down around him; he and Jeff had made good progress on Sara’s roofing job over the course of the past week. Now it was Saturday, and though he typically didn’t work on weekends so he could spend time with Janey, he was glad he’d done so today. If they kept up at the rate they were working, they’d be done in plenty of time for him to finish up the Wilson job before he and Jane took off for Moonlight Cove. Art had willingly taken over Bill Montrose’s deck project and had welcomed the work. He’d said his newly retired wife was driving him crazy at home.

Funny how Owen couldn’t quite understand that sentiment. In his world, husbands and wives enjoyed each others’ company. Wasn’t his place to judge, though, and who knew? Maybe the work arrangement might actually be good for Art’s marriage in some twisted kind of way.

The scent of roasting meat hit Owen as soon as he closed the door. His stomach grumbled and he had to admit, he was enjoying Sara’s cooking. A lot, since she was quite good in the kitchen. And she was really kind and generous, both to him, and more important, to Jane. And...well, no question she was easy on the eyes.

That thought was confirmed when she stepped out of the kitchen, her finger pressed to her lips in the universal sign for “be quiet.” She wore a festive red-and-green apron over a cream-colored turtleneck, slim jeans and black, fur-trimmed boots. Her hair was piled up in a loose bun and tendrils of glossy chestnut hair waved around her rosy face. No question, she possessed a fresh-faced beauty he really found appealing.

“What’s going on?” he whispered, surprised at how glad he was to see her. Shocked, actually; he’d never had even an iota of interest in any woman but Kristy since they’d met in college, and certainly no one since she’d died. What was going on indeed—a loaded question to himself if he’d ever heard one. Loaded, like an automatic nail gun in the wrong hands. One twitchy finger or bad aim, and someone went down.

Sara moved closer, pointing to the parlor. “The girls fell asleep on the couch, and I’d like to let them sleep a few more minutes until dinner is ready,” she whispered.

He stepped forward and craned his neck. Jane and Mia laid end to end on the couch, both conked out while Big Bird spouted lessons on the TV in the corner. “Ah, okay,” he replied, smiling at the sight of the snoozing twosome. “What did you do? Make them run a marathon?”

“Nope,” Sara said, an impish grin on her face. “We just played in the snow all afternoon.”

“I saw. It looked like you guys were having a great time.”

“Did you see the snow girls we built?”

“Nice touch, the cookie eyes, carrot noses and pink scarves.

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