Crazy Woman Christmas by Renee Blare

Author:Renee Blare
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: holiday romance, western romance, christmas romance, christmas western romance, sweet holiday romance, cowboy christmas romance, christian christmas romance, christmas inspirational romance
Publisher: Prism Book Group

Chapter Eight

Devon flexed his fingers and hissed when pins and needles worked their way up his arm. Tugging at the edge of his thick cotton pullover, he sat up and glanced around the quiet house.

Pistol stopped chewing on his paw and struggled onto his hind legs, but at Devon’s hand signal slumped to the bed. A quick scan revealed a towel-covered dish on the stove, and he shuffled into the kitchen. “Bianca?”

The burners on the stove were cool to the touch, and upon closer observation, Devon discovered unwashed dishes in the sink. He skirted the island only to find Chester camped out in the mudroom, his nose pressed to the floor.

He’d almost made it to the washer when the back door flew open. Chester came uncorked, his bark resonating in the small room. Bianca stumbled through the doorway, covered with snow.

“Bianca!” Devon reached her in three strides. He pushed the frantic dog out of the way, dragging the shivering woman into the kitchen. “Chester, quiet.”

The border collie whined and followed. He paced a few feet behind them when he drew her to a stop by the sink. Bianca’s layers resembled blocks of ice, and he began to pull them off the small woman. He began with the gloves and worked his way inward, dropping each piece to the tile floor.

As he unwrapped the scarf, her chattering teeth reverberated throughout the kitchen. Devon flung the woven wool to the floor. “What on earth were you doing? You have no business traipsing around in a blizzard.”

“Don’t be angry.” Her captivating eyes peered at him through caked eyelashes. “You were so tired. I wanted…needed to help.”

Her lilting, whispered words quaked with the force of her shivers, and he cradled her icy fingers in his palms. Devon raised them to his lips, blowing softly on her cold skin. “This isn’t Texas, Bee.”

“I know.” A light twinkled from beneath the frozen glaze of her eyes. “Oh, I know that very well. Come here.”

Her grip tightened around his palm as she tugged him across the kitchen. Devon sidestepped the puddles on the floor but turned his back to the door. “Wait. I don’t have shoes on.”

A sniff met his ears. “I want to show you how I know the difference. Come on. You don’t need shoes to look out the window.”

Chester barked at him as if in agreement, or maybe it was to say he was being an idiot. He wasn’t sure. Still, Devon had to admit—he liked this woman. Even if she was taking over his ranch. Bit by bit.

“Ugh, I told you. I need my boots.” He lifted his heel and grimaced. His pant leg was soaked. And cold!

“Stop being a baby.” She brushed his mom’s embroidered curtain aside. “See?”

He stuck his nose to the frosted glass. “What?”

“What do you mean…what?” Her breath lifted the hair on his neck as she sighed against his shoulder. “I don’t have that view in Texas. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Her small hand rested lightly on his arm as they took in the winter wonderland.

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