She came to sell fudge. He demanded black coffee instead.
I came to Wildwood Valley’s Christmas festival to sell my gourmet fudge and test my dream of opening a mountain shop. I didn’t plan on falling for a grumpy mountain man who demanded black coffee at a hot chocolate booth. Keaton Reed was everything I should have avoided. Rugged, intense, and way too confident for his own good. The kind of man who made smart women do stupid things. Like agree to let him help run my booth when a busload of unexpected customers showed up. Like follow him upstairs at...
She came to sell fudge. He demanded black coffee instead.
I came to Wildwood Valley’s Christmas festival to sell my gourmet fudge and test my dream of opening a mountain shop. I didn’t plan on falling for a grumpy mountain man who demanded black coffee at a hot chocolate booth. Keaton Reed was everything I should have avoided. Rugged, intense, and way too confident for his own good. The kind of man who made smart women do stupid things. Like agree to let him help run my booth when a busload of unexpected customers showed up. Like follow him upstairs at the wrap party for what was supposed to be just dinner and conversation. Like give him something I’d never given anyone else. By the time I realized I was falling, it was too late to run. He’d already decided I belonged in his world, in his town, in his life. The problem? I lived twenty minutes away in Hartsville, had a job there, a whole life I’d built from scratch. But Keaton wasn’t the kind of man who took no for an answer. And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to stop running from the best thing that had ever happened to me. Some Christmas gifts change everything.
