Between Christmas and Romance by Shanna Hatfield

Author:Shanna Hatfield [Hatfield, Shanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Karen walked over to where I set out Victorian-replica snow globes next to a selection of leather-bound Charles Dickens books.

“I had an idea,” she said, reaching for a box and carefully removing a snow globe with a pair of skaters nestled inside the sparkly liquid.

I watched as she slowly turned the globe upside down, then right side up. Iridescent shards of glitter floated around the couple. “What’s your idea?”

In what probably seemed like a lifetime ago to her, Karen had a job for a marketing company in Seattle. Then she met the man who’d become her husband and moved to Montana to be a stay-at-home mother to two adorable little terrors. Karen was incredibly good at coming up with promotional ideas and marketing plans. I’d learned to pay attention whenever she had an idea to share.

“We need a Santa.”

“A Santa or the Santa?” I teased. “I’ve heard the jolly old elf can be hard to pin down this time of year.”

She set the snow globe on the shelf with the others. “We need someone to pretend to be Santa Claus. I think it would be a great idea if we did a story time with Santa event, preferably this Saturday. We could give each child that attends a candy cane and…”

“Fabulous idea,” I said, beaming at her. This is why I put up with her two hooligans when her mother-in-law drops them off at the store on her way to knitting club. Those two boys are like a demolition team, bent on destroying everything in their path. Honestly, I don’t know how Karen handles them, even if they are as cute as can be.

“If we can find a Santa today and set a time for Saturday, we could get the word out around town,” Karen hastened to explain. “I thought it would be something fun and would be a nice community thing for the store to do.”

“I agree and I know someone who’d make a great Santa.” I took my phone from my pocket and hesitated before I called Aspen Grove Ranch. This was probably not a message to leave with Nancy to pass on to Tim. If I wanted him to be our Santa, I should probably ask him directly because Nancy wouldn’t give him the option of refusing.

“You aren’t going to call Miles Wilson, are you? His scowls would frighten the kids half to death.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not going to call Miles. I’m not calling anyone, but I am sending a text to our potential Saint Nick.”

Karen tossed me a knowing look as she set another snow globe on the shelf. “If the Santa in question is that hunky cowboy you’ve been keeping company with recently, by all means, ask him.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “I have not been keeping company with anyone. He’s Nancy Wright’s grandson, as I believe you well know.”

“I do know that. I also know your eyes sparkle with excitement when anyone mentions Aspen Grove Ranch or Nancy, and you positively glow when that cowboy swaggers in here.

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