An Uptown Girl's Cowboy by Sasha Summers

Author:Sasha Summers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2023-10-11T19:35:43+00:00

Chapter Ten

“I’ve washed my hands at least a half a dozen times and I still smell like frosting and gingerbread.” She stretched. She was tired but content. “Then again, we did use a ton of both on the gingerbread house.” Which she was ridiculously happy about. “It does looks pretty, doesn’t it?”

“It’s the prettiest gingerbread house I’ve ever seen.” Angus sat on one of the bar stools that lined the long bar separating the kitchen from the great room. A laptop was open on the bar countertop in front of him and a plate of cookies sat beside that. He bit into an iced Christmas cookie, then used it to point at the gingerbread cottage. “I’m having a hard time believing you never made one before.”

Savannah untied the apron, walked to the oversize pantry, and hung the apron on the hook inside—next to a collection of aprons. Orla and Nola had been so kind to let her come in and make such a mess. And they hadn’t blinked an eye when she asked them about which cleansers and soaps to use in the dishwasher and on the marble countertops. She was mortified at her lack of basic common kitchen cleaning know-how and determined to learn to make up for it. Most people didn’t have maids and chefs. She was now one of them.

“You know, I guess I have done it once before.” She remembered the fancy children’s event her parents had taken her and Chelsea to. She couldn’t remember what charity it was—only that she’d been excited to decorate cookies.

“The truth comes out.” He grinned. “It fell apart?”

She closed the pantry and frowned at him. “No. I remember it was a charity event we went to, as a family. I can’t remember which charity.” She paused, thinking, then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, Chelsea and I were dressed up in these fancy white dresses. Mine had a red velvet bow and Chelsea’s was green.”

Angus was listening closely.

“I was so excited because I love to decorate cookies—”

“I sort of picked up on that today.” He nodded at the cookies.

She smiled. “Anyway, it wasn’t really a gingerbread house. It was a kit. One of those boxes that comes with everything. Cardboard-flavored cookies, prepackaged hard-as-rock decorating candy, and frosting that likely has a hundred-year shelf life.”

“My mouth is watering.” He finished off his cookie.

“Exactly. It doesn’t really count. Then Chelsea started a gumdrop fight and our dresses got ruined and Dad was so mad he didn’t talk to us all the way home.” She shrugged.

“I can see why you’d remember it.” He shook his head. “Chelsea’s a piece of work.”

“She is. And I wouldn’t have her any other way.” Savannah surveyed the day’s accomplishments with pride. A tray of gingerbread boys and girls with Red Hots buttons and raisin eyes. Two plates of sugar cookies with detailed frosting work and sprinkles. Peppermint double chocolate chip cookies with peppermint she’d broken herself. Raspberry and apricot thumbprint cookies. And shortbread—chocolate-dipped, plain, and lemon. “This was fun.

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