Christmas Is for Lovers: 6 Hot Holiday Romances

by Box Set

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on the headrest while the windshield wipers kept their rhythmic tattoo.

  I’m going to freeze to death out here and that sound is the last one I am ever going to hear. Great, just freaking great.

  I sighed as I opened my tired eyes and studied my dash in the darkness. It looked like a deformed Christmas tree with all the lights in gold and red glaring back at me. Was there any indicator light that wasn’t lit up? I leaned closer, oh yeah, my seatbelt light wasn’t on. Hey, at least it knows I’m wearing my seatbelt.

  What the hell was I going to do? I was four hours from my home thanks to rush-hour traffic out of the city, okay not my home anymore, but where I used to live, and I was eight hours from my intended destination. Well, eight hours if the roads hadn’t turned to shit.

  Why hadn’t I checked the weather before I’d left? I’d had no idea that another storm was coming through. I rested my head on my steering wheel, trying not to burst into tears. I’d been in such a rush to get out of there that I hadn’t paid any attention to anything—not the warning light on my car’s dash and certainly not the weather. Gah!—and why hadn’t I taken the highway? The highway would have been so much better. At least there might have been other motorists on the road that could have stopped to help me—but no! I had to adjust my GPS so that I avoided the toll roads. What should have been a nice drive through northern Pennsylvania had now turned into my own personal road to hell.

  I shivered. The temperature was already dropping inside my car, and I glanced in the back to see if I could find the blanket that I had packed. Somewhere under all that crap was a blanket. I could totally picture the beloved crocheted throw my grandmother had made for me when I’d moved away from home thirteen years ago. The memory of the deep colors and the yarn already warmed me until I remembered it was at the very bottom of the pile. Down there under three suitcases, two boxes, and another two trash bags full of junk was warmth.

  There was no way I was going to be able to get it unless I got out of the car and pulled things out of the back seat. I looked out the windshield, the wind was whipping the snow so fast over the roadway that I could barely see ten feet in front of my car, and that was with the illumination of my dimming headlights.

  “Suck it up, Robin. You got this.” I buttoned my short coat up the best that I could and tried to pull the collar up tightly around my neck. Why hadn’t I bought a warm durable winter coat instead of the fashion plate bargain that looked great but didn’t do anything but flatter my soon-to-be frozen figure? Vanity, that’s why, pure stupid vanity.

  I had to use all my weight to push the door open against the force of the wind, and when I tried to stand, my feet slipped out from under me and my elbow struck the door while I went almost completely under the car. I gasped as the breath was knocked out of my lungs and winced as my head smacked the ice-covered pavement.

  Oh, awesome, I thought as I sucked in a cold mouthful of air. Now I will die from a concussion while I’m freezing under my car. The cold air in my lungs almost burned, and I tucked my mouth into my collar.

  I managed to pull myself back up to my feet, gently probing the back of my head and checking my fingers to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. Well, thankfully, I didn’t need stitches, but I could feel a lump forming already.

  I stepped away from my car door when the wind grabbed it out of my hands and slammed it shut. A moment of pure fear tore through me as I stared through the glass and could barely make out the tip of the door lock.

  “Shit! No! Oh, God, no!” I yanked on the doorknob, but it was no use, the door was locked. I must have hit the button when I fell under the car.

  Tears stung my eyes and slipped out as I threw a hissy fit in the middle of the vacant street. “No! You have got to be kidding me! This can’t be happening! Why!”

  I stared up at the sky, the wind whipping my long brown hair around my face, the moisture from my eyes instantly freezing on my cheeks. “Why is this happening to me?” I screamed into the air.

  I turned quickly back to my car, slipping slightly as a realization came over me. As carefully as I could, I made my way around to the back passenger door. That lock didn’t work! Oh please, oh please, oh please, let it be unlocked. On that particular door, the auto locks did not work, and if I remembered correctly, I’d left it unlocked!

  I grabbed the door handle and lifted it; the door popped open. “Yes!” I almost began to dance but thought better of it as my foot skated sideways a few inches, and I grasped onto the door with frozen fingers to keep myself upright.

  After I got my footing back, I yanked the door, pulling it open about a foot before it bounced off the icy snowdrift on the side of the road and almost crushed my head. Why had I pulled so far to the side of the road? It wasn’t like someone was going to crash into my car; there was no one else around. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep from crying and opened the door more slowly so I could attempt to squeeze through.

  Once I got my head and shoulder inside, I pulled the trash bag off the top of the pile, tearing it slightly as it caught on the door, but I didn’t care and set it down on the two inches of snow now covering my ice-cold feet. A small suitcase was next, and I just barely squeezed it through the opening. I was pulling on a larger suitcase, trying to shift it around so I could get under it when I heard a tearing noise.

  The suitcase was old, and as the vinyl handle pulled away from the dry-rotted fabric of the suitcase, I jerked backwards, hitting the side of my head on the door and landing on the hard-packed snowdrift, knocking the air out of my lungs once again.

  If I live through this, I’m going to laugh about it. I swear I’m going to laugh about it.

  I groaned as I tried to stand up, my hand going to my lower back where it had taken most of the impact; my other hand checking my temple for any blood.

  “You’re snow! You’re supposed to be soft, not rock hard!” I kicked at the offending pile that the plows had pushed away and winced. Note to self: Do not kick ice with leather flats on! Another note to self: Wear boots in the winter. Man, did I have a lot of notes to write to myself!

  I felt something warm on my face and checked my temple again to find blood slowly dripping from my hairline. You have got to be kidding me! I went back to trying to shift the suitcase around so I could get to the blanket, and finally moved it enough, holding it up with my shoulder as I tugged at the afghan and got it loose.

  My face fell into the soft worn yarn and I commanded myself to not ball like a baby. I wasn’t a crier, but tonight I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and just let it all out—well, after I drank a bottle of wine, put an ice pack on my head, and downed a couple of acetaminophen.

  I glanced around and tried to find a good place for the blanket, finally settling it on the headrest of the passenger seat. Then I tried to get the suitcase back in place, but it was wedged against something else. My fingers were now frozen, barely moving when I told them to, and I could no longer feel my feet.

  I screamed every profanity that I knew, and created a few more as I wrestled with the bag and finally got it back in place. After fighting to get the small suitcase back inside and then the trash bag, I locked the door and closed it.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed at the closed door. I had completely forgotten to unlock the front door. “No! No, no, no!” I jumped up and down on the side of the road, throwing another hissy fit until tiny pin pricks began to spread through my feet. Were my toes really completely frozen and was I now busting them into small pieces?

  I began to pace back and forth behind my car, rubbing my frozen hands up and down my arms to try and warm myself, but that made no difference, so I shoved them into the pockets of my jacket and looked down the road, then the other way.

  There was nothing behind me for miles, but what was up ahead? Could I find a house or a business that was open this late?

  I was going to freeze to death, there was no doubt of that in my mind, and panic began to claw its way t
hrough my chest. I’d always hated to be cold. I knew that if someone ever wanted to torture me to death, all they had to do was put me someplace with frigid temperatures.

  Normally, I wasn’t the type of person to give up, but right now I was tempted to lie down and let go. I stared at my car accusingly. Why did you have to break down here, in the middle of nowhere?

  A memory of my grandmother whispered into my head. She always told me that God never gave anyone more than they could handle, and that there was always a reason for why he gave us the trials that he did. I slowly turned three hundred and sixty degrees, looking out over the frozen landscape. So what was the purpose of this particular lesson? To learn how to freeze to death with grace?

  If I walked away from the car, there was a chance that I could get lost in a snow drift, but if I stayed here, I was risking exposure immediately. My face ached from the cold wind, and I could no longer feel my ears. I huddled next to my front driver’s side wheel. The engine block was still warm and gave off a tiny bit of heat. I shoved my fingers as far into the wheel well as I could.

  My head ached, both in the front and on the side, and my body grew stiff. It wasn’t long before I felt my eyes drooping and knew this was it. I was going to drift off to sleep and freeze to death. For some reason, I was no longer afraid. I was just kind of resigned to the fact that it was going to happen.

  Somewhere off in the distance, I thought I heard a car, but I also recognized that I was pretty out of it and probably hallucinating. The crunching noise I heard made no sense and neither did the young male voice in my ear.

  It felt like I was moving, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t really feel anything in particular, not on the outside of my body. My brain was picking up subtle changes, and I kind of felt like it wanted to totally shut down, too. I yelled with everything I had inside my body for my mind to hold on, and a moment later, it was rewarded with warm air entering my lungs.

  I wanted to speak, to thank someone—I wasn’t sure whom—but the only sound I heard was my own groan and then some soft-spoken words, “Just hold on.”

  Inside I sobbed as I realized that I had been saved, but on the outside, I was too cold to move as I inhaled another deep breath of warm air and let myself drift off.

  Chapter 2

  Chris

  The computer screen in front of me held an e-mail that I had read over and over again. How dare that bitch threaten me. I glared at it, trying to figure out the best way to answer it or if I should just delete it altogether and sic my attorney on her when I heard a horn bleating repeatedly, and Geri ran into the room. “Dad, Mattie’s back.”

  “I hear that, thanks, Geri.” Something must be wrong for Matt to be blaring the horn continually since pulling off the main road. I jumped out of my seat and hustled to the front door, slipping sideways in my thick socks on the hardwood floor in the foyer.

  Matt was just bringing the large heavy-duty pickup to a sliding stop when he threw open the door and jumped out, yelling, “Dad, help! I found a woman on the side of the road.”

  “You what?” I replied, startled by his words but already moving down the stairs of the cabin to help him.

  “About three miles back, it looks like her car broke down, and she was huddled against the front tire. She looks like she’s hurt, and she’s been unconscious since I found her.”

  Matt pulled open the passenger door as I arrived. A woman’s body lay crumpled on the front seat. “I didn’t want to move her any more than I had. She’s bleeding on her forehead, so I put her in the truck and didn’t do anything else besides crank up the heat.”

  “Good job, Matt. I’ll get her in the house. Go help Geri get some towels and blankets warmed in the dryer. Make sure the fireplace is turned all the way up in the family room.”

  Matt took off toward the house while I did a once-over of the woman’s body. Other than the small cut on her face, she didn’t seem to be bleeding anywhere else. I lifted her as carefully as I could and kicked the truck door closed, my feet numbing as I walked in my sock-covered feet back up the porch.

  She was definitely not dressed for the weather in jeans, slip-on shoes, and a lightweight coat. Her nose and cheeks were red from the cold and the fierce wind. Geri held the door open for me, her eyes as wide as saucers as I entered.

  “Dad, what’s wrong with her?” she asked.

  “She’s cold, sweetie. We need to warm her up,” I replied as I headed toward the family room.

  “But who is she?”

  “I don’t know, Geri.”

  “Where did she come from?” she asked as I entered the room and found the gas fireplace on high and kicking out a lot of heat.

  “Geri, can you go make a cup of hot chocolate for me, please?”

  She grinned, “Do you want lots of marshmallows?”

  “No marshmallows, honey. It’s for our guest. I don’t want her to choke on one of them.”

  “But maybe she likes marshmallows,” she said sadly.

  “Geri, maybe she does, and you can ask her later, but right now, please go do what I asked.”

  She shrugged and skipped toward the kitchen.

  I took another look at the woman’s face. Her lips were blue, but she only had the one small cut on her hairline, and the blood had dried—or more like frozen—on her flawless skin. There was a small lump near the cut. I carefully felt her skull. Her hair was tangled from the wind but still soft, and I could feel another bump on the back of her head. On her bright red cheeks were streaks that I could only assume were from tears. Poor thing, I thought, she had probably been scared to death.

  I unbuttoned her coat and pulled it from her one shoulder, rolling her to the side so I could check her back and start removing the coat completely. Her back appeared fine, and I eased her to the floor just as Matt returned.

  “The blankets are in the dryer on high, Dad.”

  “Good, help me get these wet clothes off of her and then we will wrap her in the blankets in a minute.”

  “You want to take her clothes off?” Matt’s voice squeaked higher as he spoke.

  “Matt, her clothes are freezing and wet. As she warms up, they are going to chill her again. We need to get the clothes off.” I paused, “Hey, go grab a pair of your flannel sleep pants, and a long-sleeved shirt, along with a pair of thick socks.”

  Matt didn’t question me and took off up the stairs to his room. Less than a minute later he returned, and I was working on getting the buttons of the woman’s shirt undone.

  “Matt, stop staring. We’re trying to save her, not indulge your teenaged fantasies.” If I were to let the man inside of me speak, I was quite enjoying the sight myself—although I much preferred my women to be warm and awake.

  “Yes, sir,” he replied softly.

  “Help me sit her up.” He hunkered down on the floor on the other side of her and lifted her slack body off the floor, her head falling back on her shoulders. “Pull the sleeve of her jacket and shirt off.”

  Geri entered back into the room. “Why are you getting her naked?”

  “Geri, hand me Matt’s t-shirt,” I answered.

  “Why’s she going to wear Mattie’s clothes?”

  “Geri, not now. Just give me the shirt, please.”

  She grumbled something, but she brought the shirt over to me, and Matt and I were able to pull it over her and then lay her back on the floor.

  I unbuttoned her jeans and glanced at Matt. He averted his eyes. Good boy, I thought as I wiggled the tight denim off her slim hips and down her very shapely and cold-to-the-touch legs.

  Matt handed me his pants before I asked for them and helped me dress the woman with them. Once she was covered again, I wrapped her in a blanket Matt had pulled off the back of the couch and sat back on my heels to get a better look at her. All kinds of questions were running through my mind, but the most important one was: What else could I do?

  I picked her up off the floor and laid her on the couch. I turned to Matt, “Go get the
warm blankets in the dryer.” He rushed out of the room, and I leaned down and tapped on the woman’s cheek. “Hey, can you wake up?”

  There was no response, and I wondered if I should call for an ambulance. It would take forever for one to arrive, but maybe I should call just to be safe. What if she had some internal injury I didn’t know about and she died, or worse, decided to sue me because I tried to help. I gritted my teeth.

  “Here, Dad, give her some cocoa. That will make her better,” Geri offered as she stepped beside me with a mug of steaming hot chocolate. “That always makes everything better.”

  “We should let that cool a tiny bit. We don’t want to burn her tongue.”

  Geri winced. “Yeah, that hurts. I can put an ice cube in it like you do to mine.”

  “Good idea, sweetie.” I took the mug from her, and she ran back into the kitchen.

  “What are we going to do with her?” Matt asked as he returned with two warm blankets.

  I spread them over her and tucked them around her tightly.

  “Let her sleep. Hopefully, she’ll wake up soon and we can tell if there are any other problems. She has two bumps on her head, not sure how she got them, but other than her extremities being really cold, I don’t see any other injuries.” I pushed some of her soft brown hair back, “Go get me a wet cloth so I can clean the blood off her face.”

  “Shouldn’t we get her to a hospital?” Matt asked as he stood over my shoulder and stared down at her.

  “The closest hospital is over in Celebration Township, an hour away in good weather. I think we should wait till she wakes up, or if she doesn’t wake up in a few hours, we’ll call. Go get me the cloth, please.”

  Geri passed by Matt as he went to the kitchen, and she dropped two ice cubes into the mug and began to stir it.

  “Thanks, Geri.” I winked at her and she gave me a cheeky smile.

  I waited until the ice cubes melted and then spooned up some of the liquid. Pulling the woman’s mouth open, I poured the spoonful into it. It took a second and then she swallowed and a small moan emanated from her lips.