Christmas Miracles at the Little Log Cabin by Helen J. Rolfe

Author:Helen J. Rolfe [Rolfe, Helen J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christmas, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Women's Fiction
ISBN: 9781730992827
Google: y7P9wQEACAAJ
Amazon: 173099282X
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2018-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Mitch

The snow was getting heavier and it wouldn’t be long before the wooded landscape looked completely different, so Mitch loaded up his tools and drove the track out to the fields where some of the four-footers stood. He shaped some of the branches on the most difficult of trees, did the same in the next field and the one after that. He took in the snow-capped hills at the far edges of the land, then looked back over to where his cabin stood, the only home he knew, smoke reliably drifting out of the chimney from the log burner that kept him warm day and night.

His thoughts soon turned to Holly as he tended to the trees, snipping bits here and there to make them more attractive to buyers when he took this batch out to sell. He felt terrible at how he’d treated her yesterday when they’d bumped into one another at the Winter Village in Manhattan. He’d thrown her kindness back in her face and when most people were scared of him, she’d merely called him a stubborn ass before strutting off. He’d wanted to call out something about her ass looking mighty fine because he couldn’t deny it, it wasn’t this woman’s friendship he was interested in, it was everything about her. And it had been a lifetime since he’d thought of having a woman in his life in that way. Even in the summer when Maisie Roberts from the bar in the next town draped her cleavage on the bar at last orders as he stumbled out to walk the long road home, it hadn’t stirred anything in him. Or at the start of December when a woman buying a tree had suggested she put a little zing in his Christmas stocking this year, much to Jude’s amusement, he hadn’t felt a thing.

But Holly, now she was different. He’d got the invite to the party at the Little Knitting Box last week and had thrown it straight into the trash. But when he’d gone to the mail box last night he’d been surprised at how pleased he was to see her. He’d been about to go over and at least say hello, apologise for his rudeness, when that damn black Mercedes had pulled up and Pierre made an appearance. And Mitch had been jealous as hell to see them together. He wondered again why she hadn’t told Pierre about her encounter with him in the woods. Mitch had spent enough time with the man to know he’d have mentioned it if she’d said something. But why had she kept it a secret? Back in the good days, Mitch and Shannon had told one another everything. They’d joked about it, how she had this insatiable need to tell him every single detail. She’d tell him the process the hairdresser followed when she had her hair highlighted, she got him to time her after she taught herself to touch-type, made him try new foods and drinks because

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