Jingle Bell Cowgirl by Lacy Williams

Author:Lacy Williams [Williams, Lacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lacy Williams Books LLC

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Two nights after the ice skating debacle, Lila found herself in another predicament.

She kicked the tires of the rental trailer but only succeeded in hurting her frozen toes. Even in the dark and through the swirling snow, she could see the wheel was ensconced in six inches of icy, slushy mud.

Because the truck was a rental, it didn't have any of the supplies a real cowgirl would've kept in her truck. Not even a cardboard box to flatten and shove under the tire.

Her equine passenger stomped his displeasure in the confines of the trailer, letting her know he wasn't happy with this situation, stuck on the side of the road in a trailer listing at an angle against the small embankment.

Well, she wasn't happy either. She was only five feet from the scene of her crime, and anyone who drove down this stretch of road could see them.

Probably.

Maybe.

The blinding snow obscured everything, matting Lila's eyelashes with clumps of white.

She got in the truck and slammed the door. Cranked the engine, which didn't really do much, because she'd discovered on her way out here that the heater didn't work properly.

If she didn't know how dangerous it was, she'd think the blizzard was beautiful. Especially if she were warm at home, curled under a blanket with a cup of hot tea. Watching a Christmas movie.

But no. She had to follow her stupid whims into another wild idea.

She sat in the cab of the truck, mittened hands on the steering wheel, questioning herself. Everything had gone wrong since she'd arrived in Redbud Trails.

Even if she wanted to unload the horse—which she refused to do given the falling temperatures and the fact that the animal had no shelter and no food—she'd cut the fence with wire cutters, so it was no longer capable of keeping the animal inside.

She glared down on her cell phone lying on the passenger seat near her purse. If the battery hadn't died, she could have called for help.

But not Ben.

Ben, who could somehow see through her to her secret desires.

Like coming home?

His words from two nights ago were blistered into her brain, had been on repeat since she'd run away from him and his all-seeing eyes.

With no heat, she was out of choices. If she stayed here, she was going to freeze. She was roughly a mile away from the Circle A, if she stayed to the road.

Could she walk that far through the slicing wind and snow? Could the horse?

There wasn't much chance of getting lost. If she somehow wandered off the road, she would bump into her daddy's black plank fence on one side or the barbed wire on the other.

But she really didn't want to go to the ranch. She'd been planning to take the horse to Anna's place—but only long enough for her to devise a long-term plan for it.

After all, her time was short. The nativity started tomorrow. Christmas was in four days. December twenty-sixth, she would leave Redbud Trails behind.

She just needed to figure out what to do with the ranch in the meantime.

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