The Magic of Mistletoe by Debra Fisk

Author:Debra Fisk [Fisk, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christmas, holiday, Romance, contemporary, novella, beach wedding
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“About that kiss.”

Christie’s fingers froze on the phone screen she was focused on, an ingenious way to avert her eyes and avoid locking with his while they shared a poolside lunch that consisted of a fresh grouper sandwich, a side of fruit and two glasses of fresh-squeezed lemonade.

“What about it? I was standing under the mistletoe, right?” They were supposed to be talking about how to dismantle the wedding, not about an unexpected hot kiss by the sexiest man she’d been around in, like—ever. A kiss that for the first time in her life rocked her world.

“Right. What I mean is, I don’t normally go around doing things like that. I’m usually so focused on work, I—” Perfect time to change the subject.

“What do you do? I mean, what’s your career—job?” Did he even have one? From the looks of the haircut—clean, trimmed close—the light polo shirt and shorts, all signs pointed to yes, and she’d say a pretty good one, too. He sat relaxed with his arm on the back of the chair. With the rolling surf and sand in the background, he could have been cut out of a magazine. Shaking off her reverie, she set her phone down and tried to act casual by picking up half of her sandwich to take the first bite.

“I own a winery in New Hampshire called Barrington Wines. You may have heard of them.” Christie’s gaze snapped from her sandwich to his face. He had her full attention now as she tried to swallow the hunk of grouper practically stuck in her throat. Finally, she cleared her airway enough to speak. “You make Black Ice!” she shrilled with a smile so wide she hoped she didn’t have food stuck in her teeth.

He chuckled. “Why, yes, I do. Have you tried it, or have you seen the commercials?”

“Both.”

Black Ice must have spent millions after it won the Vino Gold Award. Rich, dark in color with a hint of sweetness, Black Ice was the perfect go-to wine for everything from cheese and crackers to main courses and dessert.

“I have to confess, it’s my favorite wine.” Emphasizing the word favorite. His warm gaze met hers, going from smoky to dangerously hot. She reached for her lemonade in an attempt to cool down.

“I’m glad to hear it. I created the campaign myself, and it has been a huge success. It’s my personal creation, and I’m kinda proud of it.” He picked up his sandwich, asking her, “What do you do?” before taking a bite.

“I am the CEO of the Vermont Sugar Shack. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” Although she doubted he did. Maple sugar, syrup or even honey wasn’t anything like wine. Most of their clients were restaurants. Only in the past few years had they expanded into retail.

He surprised her with, “As a matter of fact, I have. Troy owns a series of seafood restaurants in New England. I believe you supply the Hughes family with your honey and maple syrup for their maple-glazed salmon.

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