Cecelia Scott Hope Holloway - [Carolina Christmas 02] - The Asheville Christmas Gift by Cecelia Scott & Hope Holloway

Author:Cecelia Scott & Hope Holloway [Scott, Cecelia & Holloway, Hope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-10T05:00:00+00:00

Brooke eased onto the highway with the grace and poise of an experienced driver, sitting tall in Sonny’s 1950 Chevy like she owned the thing. She didn’t talk much while driving, and Angie kept her instructions to a minimum, but wouldn’t allow music.

So the inside of the truck was quiet, leaving Angie to her thoughts.

And her thoughts were…tempting, sweet, and bordered on being a fantasy. Because leaving California and making that cabin her home? No fantasy could be more thrilling, enticing, or impossible.

“Am I close to the exit?” Brooke asked, pulling Angie from her dream. “I’d know if you’d let me look at the GPS.”

“You’re not looking at a phone.” But Angie was looking at hers. “Next exit on the right, Patton Avenue.”

“Got it.” Brooke nodded, easing off the gas as she gently merged onto the exit ramp that led toward downtown Asheville. “How am I doing?”

“You’re doing…” Angie laughed lightly, realizing she was far less tense with sixteen-year-old Brooke behind the wheel than she ever thought she would be. “Amazing, Brooke.” In more ways than one.

“Sweet!”

“You know, I never pegged you as a pickup truck kind of girl, though,” Angie teased. “So that’s a surprise.”

“I know, me either. I’m totally shocked. Vance had a Porsche that he let me drive a couple of times, which was honestly not nearly as much fun as this.”

Angie rolled her eyes at the name of Brooke’s ex, then eyed her daughter, knowing that her fantasy lived and died with Brooke. If she got over her knee-jerk reaction of hating all her friends and school and town, then they’d go back to California. They had to. But if she were really falling in love with Asheville?

Then there was hope.

“I always thought I wanted a Porsche, too,” Brooke continued. “Or, you know, like a zippy sports car. But this truck? It’s so vintage and cute. No one I know has anything like it. I want to get a truck like this one day.”

Angie smiled. “Maybe we could find you something similar, but I’m pretty sure this is one of a kind. It’s been in Sonny’s family for a few generations, and he’s had a lot of work put into it to keep it up to date but still with vintage authenticity.”

“That’s what’s so cool about it!” Brooke exclaimed. “We should ask Sonny if there are any others like it. But I want candy apple red, just like this truck.”

“Well, let’s cross the truck bridge when we get there, okay? First you need to parallel park in downtown Asheville.”

“Parallel park.” Brooke swallowed. “Uncle Sonny taught me this. Line up, swing in, get straight, and pray. I can do it.”

And she could. When the formula worked—no prayer but they held their breath—and they were snug in a spot, both of them looked at each other and high-fived.

“Dang, girl!” Angie hooted. “You know, your Aunt Noelle still can’t do that.”

“Really?” Brooke laughed. “I’ll be sure to mention that to her later. So, shopping, coffee, or…”

Angie tipped her head and held up the phone with a new address at the top.

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