Santa Viking by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill [Hill, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Contemporary, Historical
ISBN: 9781611942170
Google: VGBNngEACAAJ
Amazon: 1611942179
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books
Published: 2012-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Well, enough maudlin thoughts. Her Viking savior was returning, loaded down with two grocery bags in each arm. She leaned over to press the automatic rear door release.

Even that short walk from the front door of the Uni-Mart to the rear of the car resulted in his being covered with snow. To her surprise, he didn’t immediately enter the car, though. He went back in the store twice more, returning with six more grocery bags.

When he finally slid into the front seat, she lit into him. “I told you to buy four things. What’s in all those bags?”

“My stuff,” he said, latching his seat belt and backing out of the lot. His jaw squared mulishly.

“Stuff? What kind of stuff?”

“Snack stuff. Food I can eat while all the rest of you are scarfing down fruitcake.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You aren’t going to be at Clara’s House long enough to see anyone eat fruitcake. You’re turning right around after you drop me off and going home.”

He slanted her one of those “wanna bet?” looks, but said nothing.

“Erik?” she persisted.

He sucked in a deep breath and glowered at her as he drove along the deserted highway. It must be three A.M. by now. “Jessie, you can’t possibly think I’m going to return tonight. I’m exhausted. We’re in the middle of a blizzard. Do you want me to have an accident?”

“No, but . . . ” Little alarm bells were ringing all through her body. She wasn’t sure how much exposure she could take to this guy, how long she could resist the attraction.

“Surely your Aunt Clara has a sofa or something where I can crash for the night.” He fluttered those feather-duster lashes at her. It was a ploy he’d probably perfected over the years to suck in susceptible women . . . like her.

She immediately felt guilty for her lack of charity, especially since Erik had gone out of his way to help her. And it wasn’t as if Clara’s House didn’t have plenty of room. The old gingerbread Victorian had three stories and about eight bedrooms. “Oh, all right. But just for one night.”

She could have sworn he murmured under his breath, “That’s all I need.” But when she scrutinized him closer, he stared straight ahead. Innocent as a cobra. Or a blood-sucking vampire.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.