The Runaway Christmas Bride by Scarlet Wilson

Author:Scarlet Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9781943963409
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2015-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

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The snow started to fall as soon as they set foot outside.

Emma held her hands out and looked up. “I didn’t believe that anywhere else got as much snow as Scotland, but Marietta seems to be giving to be it a run for its money. My mum used to get really crabbit when it snowed all the time.”

Mitch laughed at her expression. He loved her turn of phrase – the way she said some things so naturally and he had to try and decipher them.

“Didn’t she like snow?”

“I think she used to, until my sister and I tried to build a snow man in the living room.”

He stopped walking. “What?”

“Yeah. We’d built him that morning and thought he might be scared of the dark. So we tried to bring him inside.”

He laughed. “What did she say?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “What did she not say? We were in big trouble. The rug in front of the fire had to get taken to the dump.”

She stared down at her boots. “I’m loving the wellies, thank you. But when am I ever going to get the chance to wear the leather boots I bought?”

He shrugged. “Stick around for rodeo season. You’ll see plenty of leather boots then.”

The words hung in the air between them. He couldn’t even begin to fathom why his heart was beating madly right now. It wasn’t like he’d just asked her to stay. But it felt like he had.

There were only a few weeks until Christmas. And she’d told him she’d booked into Bramble House until Christmas Eve. What happened after that?

“Rodeo season. When is that?”

“Fall,” he answered quickly. That was a long way away.

“I guess I’ll need to have a think about that.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He’d take that for now. Even though he’d no right to. A girl like Emma would want a family. Something he couldn’t give her. And somehow that was pressing on his mind right now.

A few other people were walking in the same direction. Miracle Lake was the popular choice at night with its frozen lake and ice skate hire. Even before they reached it they could hear squeals from people on the ice.

Emma’s footsteps slowed. “So, I can watch, right?”

He shook his head. “Emma McGregor, are you chicken?”

She stopped dead and put her hands on her hips. “Mitch Holden, did you just call me chicken?” With her thick accent there was a hint of menace in her voice.

He kept walking. “Just calling it like I see it.”

A snowball whizzed past his ear. “Hey.” He turned around laughing and looked for the nearest mound of snow.

But Emma was fast. The next one hit him square in the chest.

He started throwing some back. He wasn’t even trying to aim but she took that opportunity to taunt him.

“Aren’t you American footballers supposed to be able to throw?”

The next one skiffed his cheek. “Oh, that’s it.”

She wasn’t too far away so he made a lunge towards her, catapulting her backwards into a huge pile of snow.

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