Fake Fiance Christmas Collection: Countdown to Christmas by Hart Taylor

Author:Hart, Taylor [Hart, Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: ArchStone Ink
Published: 2019-12-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Zoey didn’t know what the most infuriating thing about this guy was: the fact that he thought he had saved her when he’d almost killed her—twice!—or the fact that she liked his cologne.

When Mike stopped for burgers at a Wendy’s and she refused food, he bought her the same thing he’d gotten: a burger, fries, and a Coke. She held the bag of food in her hands, but she was too prideful to eat it. Something about the way he so flippantly bought the food, like he didn’t have to account for spending the money, ticked her off.

“Man, I know this stuff isn’t good for you, and I don’t eat it often, but on a cold night like tonight, it just hits the spot.” He reached into his bag for some fries and devoured them. “You better eat, or I’ll have to eat some of yours too.”

She focused on the road and said, “Talking with your mouth full is rude.”

Laughing through the full mouth, he said, “True.”

She shivered a little, relished the warmth. She’d been so cold.

“So you said your place was by the university. That’s coming up.”

She guided him around the university, then to a dumpy, unshoveled apartment complex that looked deserted. “Right here.”

“Alrighty,” he said, pulling into the parking lot and taking her right to the door. He put it in park and looked around. “There’s nobody here.”

She shrugged and left the food, but took her box. “Thanks.” She pushed the door open.

Mike was fast, already around the truck and holding out his hand to help her navigate the snow to her door.

She put the key in the lock, pushed in the front door, and turned back. “Thanks again, but I’ve got it from here.”

“You don’t have your food.” He rushed back to his truck.

She watched him, wondering why she felt a connection to this mountain man.

He was back, but abruptly stopped just before running into her. If he were to lean in, their lips would be touching. “You have to take the food, because it’ll go bad and I don’t want to be sick eating both of those burgers.”

Stupid tears rose to her eyes. “Thank you.” She felt overwhelmed by his generosity, by the fact that someone had shown up when she’d said that prayer. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

She waited for him to leave, but he didn’t.

“I saw you praying up there.”

“What?” Her heart rate picked up a notch.

“Up on that roof. What were you praying for?”

She shook her head and moved quickly up the stairs. “Thank you again, but please go.”

He was following. “I think you owe me a simple explanation, because I did help you—twice.”

She rushed into the fourplex and then went to her apartment. She put the box down and set the bag of food on top of it so she could unlock her door. “No way. The true story is, you almost killed me twice.”

He picked up her stuff before she could scoop it up again. “I never let a lady carry things when I can do it.

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