Mistletoe Magic by Suzie O'Connell

Author:Suzie O'Connell [O'Connell, Suzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sunset Rose Books

Three

It was good to be working at the ski hill again. Brodie enjoyed his construction job and helping with his parent’s Scottish Highland cattle operation, but the ski hill was his passion. The air of unhurried enjoyment about it was a welcome change from the seriousness of building and ranching. People flocked to the slopes to have a good time, which meant they were usually in a good mood, and that jovial attitude infused the mountain with excitement and laughter. It didn’t matter what task he was assigned to—running the lift, manning the grill at the lodge, instructing a group of eager first graders, or waxing boards and skis like he was at the moment—it never felt like work. That’s what life was about, wasn’t it? Living.

As short as her life had been, Inez had always known that, and he paused in his task to send her a silent thank you for teaching him.

He turned up the radio when a mid-tempo country song he liked came on, and he sang along as he worked, smiling as the beat of it and the lyrics thrummed through him. He was certain he didn’t sound nearly as smooth or as seductive as the man serenading his new love and inviting her to have another dance with him, but as there wasn’t anyone around to be bothered, who cared?

“Nice voice.”

He jerked upright, banging his head on the low-hanging light over the worktable, and spun around to the front counter. Celeste stood on the other side of it with two snowboards in one hand and a pair of skis in the other. She regarded him with a sassy gleam in her brown eyes and one corner of her mouth lifted, and he couldn’t help but smile back as he prodded the bump on his head.

“Thank ya, ma’am,” he drawled, tipping his imaginary cowboy hat.

“Country fan, huh?” she inquired.

“You say that like it’s a turn off.”

“Not at all. I don’t listen to it much, but I don’t dislike it.”

“Let me guess. You’re a death metal kind of woman.”

“Way off. Nineties and early two-thousands pop, new age, and movie scores.”

“What, like the Backstreet Boys and Enya?”

“And the Spice Girls, Aqua, Enigma, and the Braveheart soundtrack, to name a few others. With a little electronic thrown in.”

All music that suggested she had an upbeat, optimistic side, a firm grasp of herself, and a deep appreciation of the quiet moments in life. Layers, he thought again. And with each one he discovered, his curiosity doubled.

He let his gaze rake over her again, lingering when she didn’t object to his appraisal. He usually preferred long hair, but that short style and the way it curved around her face and framed it was stunning on her. It let her eyes be the focus, and aside from the shadow in them, they were strikingly intelligent and compassionate. They reminded him of a doe—exactly the term Shannon had used more than once in describing her friend. That was about right. If Ainsley was

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