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Chapter Three

I vy

I shove open the door to the Copper Country Cafe the next morning, and the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls hits me like a warm hug. This place has become my sanctuary since moving to Copper Mountain last year. Its worn wooden floors, red vinyl booths, and Betty’s no-nonsense smile all make it feel like home. But today, it feels like my mission field.

I’m just getting cozy in my usual booth by the window when Cole steps in, his presence filling the room before he’s even taken a seat. I can practically feel his reluctance radiating off him as he takes in the festive decor I helped Betty put up last week—garlands twisted along the countertops, strings of fairy lights around the windows, a big ol’ Santa smiling down from above the coffee machine. His gaze is skeptical, almost annoyed, as if each Christmas decoration is some personal offense.

“You really dragged me out here for hot chocolate?” His voice is low, that deep rumble that does weird things to my resolve.

“Yes, Cole,” I say, flashing him a sweet smile, pushing my enthusiasm up to an eleven just to see him squirm. “You said I owed you for yesterday. You need a little holiday cheer anyway, and I’m here to make it happen.”

He grunts, like my declaration of cheer is somehow a threat. “Holiday cheer. Right.”

“Come on, you might surprise yourself,” I tease, sliding into a booth and gesturing for him to do the same. He pauses a beat, eyeing me like he’s considering bailing on this whole thing, but after a moment, he sighs and sits across from me, folding his arms.

Betty bustles over, an eyebrow raised at the sight of us. “Well, Ivy, look at you, bringing in Copper Mountain’s biggest Scrooge for some Christmas spirit. You must have magic up your sleeve.”

Cole rolls his eyes but manages a small smile at Betty. “Yeah, yeah. Just bring me the strongest coffee you’ve got.”

I nudge him under the table. “Uh-uh. Hot chocolate with marshmallows. We’re here to channel holiday vibes, remember?”

He narrows his eyes at me, but there’s a hint of amusement there. “Fine. But if this tastes like sugar syrup, I’m charging you double on your next oil change.”

Betty snorts. “Coming right up, Ivy’s treat.”

She walks away with a grin, leaving us sitting across from each other, the air charged with something I can’t quite put a name to. I search for something to break the silence, but he beats me to it.

“So, what’s the story, Ivy? You got any family nearby?” His voice has a hint of curiosity that almost surprises me, like he’s actually interested in my answer.

I shake my head. “Nope. Just me. My parents retired to Florida, and they’re living it up in endless sunshine and golf carts. I send them pictures of snow to make them jealous, though.” I smile, trying to picture them bundled up in ugly Christmas sweaters, something they abandoned the moment they found their beach house.

Cole chuckles, leaning back a bit. “So, you’re here in Copper Mountain all on your own. Guess that explains why you’re so eager to force Christmas cheer on unsuspecting townsfolk.”

I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I like to think of it as sharing, not forcing. Besides, maybe you should try sharing a little holiday cheer yourself, Mr. Bah Humbug.”

He smirks, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’m plenty cheerful, Ivy. Just happens that my idea of cheer doesn’t involve strings of lights or giant inflatable Santas.”

“So, what does it involve?” I press, my gaze holding his. My attraction to this man surprises me–he’s at least a decade older than me and not my type at all. Not that I really have a type I guess, but my last boyfriend was a software engineer, and the one before that was…well, I guess there wasn’t one before that. I dated a few boys while I was getting my teaching degree, but none that I care to remember.

He hesitates, like he’s sizing me up, deciding how much to share. “Let’s just say my holidays aren’t filled with jingle bells and caroling. I spend Christmas with the Steeles. Knox and I grew up together. His family pretty much took me in after...well, after my mom left.”

His words hang between us, heavy and unexpected. I glance away, giving him a moment, trying not to push too hard. “That’s… I didn’t know.”

He shrugs, his voice gruff. “Not exactly dinner conversation, is it?”

Betty returns with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows, whipped cream, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and a little candy cane sticking out one side. I stifle a laugh as she sets them down, knowing full well Cole’s trying to hide his scowl behind his mug.

“Go on, give it a try,” I say, watching him intently as he raises the cup to his mouth, takes a sip, and grimaces slightly. “It’s just chocolate, Cole. It won’t kill you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mutters, though there’s a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“So… the Steeles, they practically own this town. Nine brothers,” I continue, feeling him relax slightly. “They must be pretty important to you.”

He nods, his expression softening for a split second. “Yeah. They’re good people. And Betty’s pretty much my second mom, and Knox… well, he’s like a brother.” He pauses, looking away, his jaw tightening. “My mom left when I was ten. Haven’t seen her since.”

His words hit me harder than I expect, and I find myself reaching across the table, fingers brushing his hand before I even realize it. He glances down at our hands, surprised, but he doesn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

He shrugs, pulling his hand back, though not unkindly. “Don’t be. My dad was all I needed, even if he was gone a lot.”

I wait, sensing there’s more, but not wanting to push. His eyes flick back to me, as if debating whether to keep going. Finally, he continues, his voice low, almost resigned.

“He was a hunting guide. One of the best in the county. Loved the mountains more than anything. Had a massive heart attack while out on a trip, right in the middle of deer season.”

I take a breath, feeling the weight of his words, the rawness in his voice. “That must have been… I can’t even imagine.”

He nods, his gaze distant. “I was in high school. One day he’s there, next day he’s not. Kinda throws things off balance, y’know?”

I nod, swallowing the tightness in my throat. “I’m glad you have the Steeles, though. Sounds like they were there for you.”

“They were,” he says, his voice softer now. “And Betty… she’s been putting up with my grumpy ass since I was a kid. Even now, she’d probably try to ground me if she thought it’d do any good.”

I chuckle, relieved to see a bit of lightness in his eyes. “Maybe you need grounding, Cole. A little reminder that Christmas isn’t all bad.”

“Oh, really?” His tone is laced with skepticism, but his gaze has softened, his guard down just a fraction. “And what would that reminder look like, exactly?”

I smile, leaning forward, feeling the playful tension rise between us. “Well, for starters, you could try enjoying that hot chocolate instead of glaring at it.”

He lifts his mug, taking a long, deliberate sip, his eyes on mine the entire time. “Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” I reply, fighting a laugh. “But that’s just step one. Step two might involve… I don’t know, hanging a few lights, maybe helping out with the town’s Christmas festival. Show Copper Mountain you’re not as much of a Scrooge as everyone thinks.”

He raises an eyebrow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “You want me to hang lights?”

“It’s good for the soul,” I say with a shrug, pretending to be nonchalant, even though I can feel the heat building between us. “You could even wear a Santa hat if you’re feeling wild.”

He snorts, shaking his head, but his gaze lingers on mine, intense and unguarded. “You really think that’ll change me?”

“Maybe not change you,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat up under his stare. “But it might show you something new.”

He watches me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You know, Ivy, for someone who talks about Christmas spirit, you’re awfully stubborn about making people fall in line.”

My pulse quickens, but I hold his gaze, unflinching. “Maybe some people need a little push.”

His lips curve into a smile, one that’s slow and dangerous, and it does things to me I can’t quite explain. “Careful, Ivy. You keep pushing, and you might not like what you get.”

I feel a shiver run through me, but I lift my chin, refusing to let him see how much he affects me. “I think I can handle it.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he says, his eyes darkening as they drift down to my lips, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary. “But maybe you’re biting off more than you can chew.”

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

His grin widens, and there’s a spark of something wicked in his eyes. “Could be. You sure you’re ready for it?”

I can feel the tension between us, thick and undeniable, and for a moment, the rest of the room fades away, leaving just the two of us locked in this battle of wills. I want to look away, to break the spell, but I can’t. There’s something about him that holds me, that makes me want to see just how far I can push.

“Maybe I am,” I say softly.