That thought had pained me to no end. But here she was. A Christmas miracle.
“I’m—uh, I’m from the Merry Elf Company. I’m supposed to sing you a jingle, put a smile on your face and then… head on my way.”
I started laughing. “The Merry Elf Company?”
“Yeah. Have you ever heard of a singing telegram? That’s what I am.”
Nothing she was saying made any sense.
Had she tracked down where I lived and concocted this crazy story just so we could meet again?
“Chloe, why are you really here?” I asked as my eyes drifted back down to her luscious curves.
Chapter 5
Chloe
When he’d opened the door, I couldn’t believe it was him.
What were the chances that I’d be sent tohisplace for the gig?
It really is fate.
But I stared up at him in confusion.
“You remember my name?”
The smile on his face faltered. “Uh, yeah. I do. I guess you… made an impression.”
My heart skittered around in my chest.
Maybe Astrid had been right.
“Well, let me make a bigger impression. Do you mind if I sing my song for you? If I don’t complete the job I don’t get paid.”
His eyes drifted back down to my breasts again, then to the wide swell of my hips. “So you weren’t kidding? You really are a singing telegram?”
“Yeah.”
He grinned again, then subtly adjusted his pants, a quick hand grab I couldn’t miss. Which made me look down. His jeans seemed to be bulging a little.
Is he hard for me? Just like that?
But then it was like something shut down in him. His smile disappeared, and the same controlled expression he’d had during the sleigh ride landed on his face. The one that hinted at pain in the depths of his heart.
His brow furrowed. “Well, what are the chances of that?”
“Pretty astronomical.”
He looked past me out into the snowy woods. “And you drove in this weather, all the way from Fernwood?”
I shrugged. “The Merry Elf Company isn’t local. They’re nationwide. They don’t know about weather conditions around here. If I don’t do the gig, I stop getting booked. Timeliness is important to them.”
His face hardened further. “The roads are getting bad.”
“I know.” In the time it had taken me to get to his cabin, the roads had started to ice up further. The weak winter sun was hidden behind a wall of gray, and there was no warmth hitting the asphalt any longer.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “And who sent you here again? Not the elf company, but who paid for this?”
