Mistletoe Baby: A Crescent Cove Bite

by Taryn Quinn

  Dare Kramer held up the keys. He had on a heavy tan jacket and an obviously homemade hat. There was no way he picked that blue out for himself. “We have the order in for the customization we talked about, but for now, we’ve got you all fixed up.”

  “Fixed up?”

  Callum flushed. “A guy in a truck backed out without looking, and I slid into a ditch.”

  “Oh. Wow, so that’s why you’ve been hanging out.” Disappointment hit me harder than it should have. Of course he’d have a reason besides trying to get me to go out with him.

  He took the keys from Dare. “Thanks, man. Do I need to sign anything?”

  “Nah. We’re all set. I put the receipt in the glove box for your records or if you want to submit it to your insurance.”

  “Thanks, but my premiums are enough.”

  Dare chuckled. “I bet. It’s a sweet ride. We’re excited to work on it. We’ll give you a call in a few weeks.”

  “Sounds good.” Callum pocketed his keys then tucked my arm through his. “Heading to the festival?”

  “Kelsey dragged me over there earlier for the kid stuff.” Dare palmed the top of his head and settled his hat farther back. “My wife.”

  “Sorry I missed them,” I said. “Sean sure is cute in his snowsuit.”

  “The kid is Houdini. He’s always squirming out of it somehow.” He shrugged. “I’ve got tow truck duty, and some asshat already needs my help.”

  “This asshat appreciates that you guys are so quick.” Callum grinned.

  “Not touching that one.” Dare looked between us. “See you after the New Year.”

  “Pretty sure that’s the most I’ve ever heard Dare say,” I said after Dare ambled off. “He must like you.”

  “He likes my car.”

  “That’s probably the truth.”

  “Now where were we?”

  “You were distracting me. Across the street, sir.”

  He inclined his head. “As you wish.”

  I dragged him across Main Street. “Don’t quote Princess Bride at me.”

  “That’s it. You’re marrying me for real.”

  A giggle escaped before I could squash it. “We’ll see.”

  We wandered around the vendors who were hawking their wares, and we made sure to have cider and donuts from the nearby Happy Acres orchard. They had quite the entertainment lineup.

  When I heard female giggling, I craned my neck. “Look at that crowd.”

  Callum boosted me up and I grabbed hold of his shoulders. He grinned up at me. “What’s happening, do you think? Is it someone famous or one of the three-hundred babies who have overtaken this town?”

  I laughed. “A bit of both actually.” There was a carriage there for sure, but the long dark hair of a tall man holding court told me it was a bit more. There had been a lot of excitement in Crescent Cove, thanks to my friend Ivy’s semi-famous rock producer husband.

  He had quite a few famous friends, including one who spent part of the year at Happy Acres.

  “Pretty sure that’s Ian Kagan over there.” I slid down Callum’s body. His hands firmed around my waist as he set me on the ground. My nipples tingled through a few layers. What was it about this guy?

  He frowned. “Why is that name familiar?”

  “Depends on if you listen to the rock stations.” I rested my palms on his chest.

  “Do you?”

  I shrugged. “I enjoy music. We fight over which channel to put it on at the salon.”

  “Is that right?” He toyed with the ends of my hair. “That’s how you did the Cinderella transformation in less than an hour?”

  “A woman never tells her secrets.” I looked away. Better to remember that I’d be turning back into that pumpkin at midnight.

  He nudged my face back toward him. “Lest you forget, it was you who caught my attention yesterday. The girl with messy braids. I’m pretty sure they were pink too.”

  I blushed. “Yeah, I drew the short straw for testing out a new temporary rinse. Took me four washes to get the cotton candy color out of my hair.”

  “I enjoyed the pink, but I like the real you.”

  “How do you know which is the real me? I could change my hair daily.”

  His lips tipped up. “I’d like to find out.”

  I stepped back and headed for the gazebo, but he caught up to me at the large oak tree and stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Is that so hard to believe?” he asked.

  “What? That you want to get to know me?”

  He nodded.

  “Yes, actually. You’ve got the keys to your shiny ride. What’s keeping you here?”

  “You. Ever since I joined you under that mistletoe.”

  “Why?”

  “Why not?”

  I shook my head. “I’m not the girl who—”

  “Has fun?”

  I blinked. There wasn’t an easy answer for that. I worked. I saved. I focused on the future. On finally doing something I loved and was good at. That was my idea of fun. Being stable for the first time in my life. I never wanted for money because I’d learned to budget from a very young age—because I ‘d had to or I went hungry.

  Fun wasn’t part of my life.

  “Take a chance on me. With an open mind and—”

  “Legs?”

  “Why Miss Lawton, that’s positively scandalous.”

  I frowned. “How do you know my last name?”

  “The very helpful Mrs. Gunderson. She gave me the skinny on most of the town. I didn’t know about the famous rockstar though.”

  “He doesn’t live here. His best friend does, so we see him from time to time.”

  “Such a peculiar little town.”

  “You don’t know the half of it.”

  He took my hand again. “Your hands are ice.” He took my other one and sandwiched it between both of his. He brought them up to his mouth and blew into the cup he’d made around them. “Pretty sure it’s not the only thing thing that’s icy.”

  I stiffened.

  “Don’t get your back up. Just give me a chance. You’ve already made up your mind about what we are. And if that’s really how you feel, I’ll walk away. I’ll hate it, and I’ll always wonder what if, but I’ll respect your wishes, Ellie. Always.”

  Seven

  In the distance, a cheery bit of bells and drums had a small crowd singing along. I braced for the brush off as a guy doing a fair impression of Michael Bublé sang “Please Come Home For Christmas”.

  Ellie had been looking for reasons to kill our date since we’d been interrupted by Dare. Hell, she’d been looking for a way out before then too, but at least then I’d had a chance. Now she was just searching for a reason to give me the boot.

  Couldn’t she feel what was between us? Was it all on my side? I’d been attracted to plenty of women over the years. Some I acted on, some didn’t live up to the initial spark, and still others were lost opportunities.

  I really didn’t want this to be the latter.

  I curled my larger fingers around hers, but I didn’t grip tight. If she wanted to slip away, I’d deal with it. Probably with some pretty strong whisky—the Scottish kind. I was like my father in that regard. Sometimes all you could do was let a smooth Doublewood take care of your problems. As long as it only lasted a day or so.

  Maybe a week for this woman.

  Even after just a day with her in my bloodstream, it seemed like she would take a fair bit of time to forget—if ever.

  She lifted her chin. “Dance with me?”

  I hadn’t been prepared for that one.

  “Or don’t you do that sort of thing?” she asked when I didn’t reply.

  “My mother made sure I could hold my own.”

  Her eyebrow quirked. “Is that right?”

  “Don’t get weird. I’m not that much of a mama’s boy. But we are a well-rounded bunch.”

  “Then I guess you need to put your dancing shoes where your mouth is.”

  “I thought I
’d put my foot in my mouth enough since I met you.”

  Her eyes sparkled in the twinkle lights glowing off the tree above us.

  “You didn’t even try to let me off the hook there.”

  Her secret little smile was the only answer she gave me.

  I drew her through the crowd to the small dance floor to the side of the stage. A jazzy version of Elvis’s “Blue Christmas” allowed me to draw her close and slowly sway with her. The music was too loud to talk, but I was happy enough to just enjoy her honey and vanilla scent. I pressed my cheek along her hair as we slowly circled in and around the other couples.

  The guy on the stage lengthened the short classic tune with a few bits of flair. And he had a dramatic enough end to the song to let me dip her.

  She gave a startled laugh and gripped my arms. I grinned down at her and slowly drew her back up. The song slid into a more upbeat song. Enough that I could do the two-step with her and twirl her between a few different couples.

  I had the five pairs surrounding us laughing as we passed around one another. I even ended up dancing with a strapping man who reminded me of Santa for the last quarter of the song before finally ending up with Ellie back in my arms.

  Her cheeks were flushed, and she was smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. And God, she was fucking gorgeous.

  The band started another jazzy version of a Christmas standard. She nodded to the edge of the dance floor and made a gesture for a drink.

  “I didn’t think I could keep up with you. When you said you knew how to dance, you weren’t kidding.”

  I maneuvered her through the small crush of people watching the dancers and we headed for the cider stand. The rockstar had made himself scarce so the line was much shorter now.

  “Mom used to love to do the big Christmas shindig,” I said as we took our spots at the end of the line. “We’ve slowed things down over the years, but when my dad was still working at the college, she’d have all the teachers out to the farm. Did it up like it was a prom crossed with a winter dance from the sixties. Now she puts up all the decorations without the crowds.”

  “That sounds…wow.”

  “Yeah, my mom doesn’t do anything small.”

  “And your dad is a teacher?”

  “Was. He’s retired. Writing a book, I think. He’s been working on it for a while.” I laughed. “Mom keeps him busy.”

  “Sounds like she’s a force.”

  “Accurate.”

  We finally got to the front of the line. A stunning woman with darkly-lashed gold eyes smiled at us, but her expression warmed considerably when she recognized my date. “Hey, Ellie.”

  She waved. “It’s been a long time, Zoe. And you’re definitely way smaller than the last time I saw you.”

  “Elvis and my idiot keep me running.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “Elvis?”

  She flipped a massive braid over her shoulder, the color almost as pure as the snow lining the streets. “Don’t go there. I blame my fiancé for the name. I was delirious from giving birth, and he took advantage of me.”

  Ellie absently stepped closer to me as people flowed around us. The band was taking a break, and everyone was looking for refreshments. I curled my arm around her back. She didn’t shy away, so I counted that as a win.

  Ellie’s hand brushed my belt. “I caught Ian holding court.”

  Zoe rolled her eyes. “I tried to convince him to stay home, but I think he likes seeing people act stupid over him. He’s walking the baby around now. Motion usually knocks him out.”

  “Stick me in the car when I’m not driving, and I’m out like a light.” Ellie glanced up at me. “Leaded or unleaded?”

  I turned to Zoe. “There’s an option?”

  She waggled her eyebrows. “My brothers are into the cider and beer deal now too. We have some of those on tap as well.”

  “Think I’m frozen enough to go for some warm unleaded.”

  That was evidently the right answer. Ellie nodded. “Same.”

  “Coming up.”

  The line prevented more chitchat, and the two women waved goodbye. I glanced around for somewhere to sit. “Why don’t we go by the water? I haven’t been able to get down to see the big Christmas tree at the end of the pier. I started that way earlier, but the crowds were too thick.”

  “It’s chilly out there.”

  “Now we’ve got warm cider, right?”

  “Anything you want.”

  She scraped her teeth over her lower lip before we crossed the lawn to head toward the pier. We were quiet as we sipped from our drinks. The sharp apple with a cinnamon finish was probably the best cider I’d had in a damn long time. I’d finished more than half of mine by the time we stepped onto the pier.

  The breeze off the water was brisk, but not nearly as icy as I’d been expecting.

  She drew in a lungful of air. “Snow soon.”

  I grinned down at her. “You can smell snow?”

  “Not hard in a lake town. It’s nearly every day. But a bit of warmth is always followed by snowflakes.”

  Cool LED white lights lined the railings of the long pier to the spectacular tree at the end. It was decked out in the fat, vintage Christmas lights like the gazebo. Huge gold and silver stars were tucked in the branches and were probably wired in there to combat the pull of the wind off the water.

  But from here, it was like walking into an old postcard, and I appreciated the nostalgia and tradition. So many trees were glammed up and pink these days that it was nice to see something reminiscent of a classic Christmas.

  The closer we got to the tree, the softer her face became. “I didn’t get to do the tree thing very often as a kid.”

  I wasn’t sure if I should ask for details, but the fact that she’d volunteered something about herself made me wary about screwing up. “Not into holidays?” Though that didn’t seem right based on her pure happiness over the decorations and festivities.

  “I learned not to be.” She leaned on the railing next to the tree and stared across the water. “When I was a teenager, I used to look across the lake and wonder what it was like to be in one of those houses.” She pointed to a large home lit up as if it embodied Christmas. “Like the Hamilton house out there. Every holiday, it looked like a postcard. And then in the summer, it was always bustling with posh parties.”

  “Do you want posh parties?”

  She glanced up at me. “Not really my thing. But that house over there…” She pointed to the other side of the lake then braced her arm on the railing and propped her chin on her hand. “That house is more me. Those turrets and skinny windows mixed with grand ones. It’s got those gingerbread details and a wraparound porch.”

  I followed where she pointed. It was decked out for Christmas, but instead of the pristine white lights like the Hamilton house she’d pointed out first, it had huge bulbs I could see from where we were. They lined the roofline, accentuating the sharp angles of the Victorian-style home. “Not usually the kind of house you see on a lake.”

  “No. It’s such an odd little place in the middle of all the traditional Cape Cod styles and super ultra rich people with their modern mansions. And of course the condos that have infiltrated the Cove lately.”

  “I have a condo.”

  She wrinkled her nose at me. “Anyway, that’s the house I always look at when I let myself dream.”

  Let herself? I had a feeling that didn’t happen all too often. I slid my hand down her back. “Pretty good dream, if you ask me.”

  She straightened up. “Dreams are just that.” She moved toward me fully for the first time since I’d met her. Well, beyond our first kiss. She’d melted into me under the mistletoe like taffy on a ninety-degree day, but I’d been chasing her ever since.

  While I appreciated the chase, I wondered how it would end.

  “How are you with fantasies?”

  I swallowed. “Not that I’m complaining—because believe me, I’m not—but this is a bit of a change in
mood.”

  The glow from the tree lit half her face. Her smile was slow and a little dangerous. “I’ve been convincing myself all night not to let myself enjoy you. I’m sure you’ll be taking that hot little car out of town by morning.”

  “How do you know it’s a hot little car?”

  “Dare’s eyes lit up like it was a dream. Pretty sure it’s either a muscle car or one with an engine that men lust after.”

  I shrugged and dragged in a quick breath when her fingers slid under my coat then along my sweater. I cleared my throat. “Engine.”

  Her touch wandered lower. Her head was still tipped enough that she looked at me through her lashes. “Are you compensating?”

  “Would I own up to it if I was?”

  “Hmm. That’s true. Most men can’t gauge size.”

  Not one to be outmaneuvered, I inched my hand into her coat and coasted over her hip to her spectacular ass.

  Her breath hitched this time. The sound turned into a long exhale as I pulled her tight against me to show her just how adequate I was. Her nails dug into my plaid shirt, and I took a damn chance.

  I’d been gambling on her all day. I wasn’t going to stop now.

  She was right—we didn’t have a lot of time. Christmas was almost here, and I was tempted to invite her back to my folks’ house. But I had a feeling that would make her jackrabbit faster than the White Rabbit. Only her important date didn’t include me.

  And I really wanted to change her mind.

  I lowered my mouth to hers. Instead of pressing in on her with the need so readily flourishing between us, I took it easy. I gentled my explorations with a slow, drugging kiss. Cinnamon and apples mixed with her unique flavor, and I would’ve willingly drowned in her forever.

  Her hands slid up to grip my shoulders. I cupped her face and tilted her head back to deepen the kiss. The crowd had thinned, and we were practically alone out here with only the lapping water and the deep night cloaked around us. We were far enough from the festival that it was only her quickened breath playing as our soundtrack.

  A sound I’d be glad to hear much more of.