Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe: A Small Town Holiday Novella Collection

by Christine Kingsley

  Luke stared at his retreating back for just a moment, sighing in an odd combination of frustration and humor, and then snapped his fingers. Sticks, his black lab, headed back towards him from where he’d been alternatively sniffing and then licking the dog food bags. “Come on, boy, let’s go get our stuff. You get to guard the Miller farm this weekend.” Sticks wagged his tail with delight and trotted along behind Luke, his toenails clicking on the floor as they went.

  Luke was only a little bit surprised that he’d somehow been shanghaied into spending Christmas with Stetson, without ever giving his consent to the idea. Stetson was a force of nature, and worse yet, he knew that Luke had nothing to go home to, no one to please. He knew the truth about Luke’s pathetic life, and so Luke couldn’t even offer socially acceptable white lies about being too busy to come over.

  Dammit, sometimes it was a pain in the ass to have a best friend who knew him so well. Sticks jumped into the bed of the truck and Luke gave him a quick pat on the head before sliding into the cab.

  It was time to go pack some clothes and then go eat Stetson out of house and home. At least he could exact his revenge on Stets for his high-handedness that way. Served him right.

  Chapter 2

  ~Bonnie~

  Bonnie Patterson walked into the house, her arms full of purchases. Without her family in town for Christmas, she’d had shockingly few people to go Christmas shopping for this year, so she’d ended up shopping for herself instead. She now had a new lamp for her nightstand, a shower curtain for the bathroom, and an adorable red peacoat, all curtesy of the thrift store. She couldn’t afford shopping at elsewhere, and anyway, she liked the hunt — the thrill of finding something great in amongst all of the junk.

  Her phone began vibrating in her pocket and, after pulling it out and checking caller ID, tapped the red button and shoved it between her shoulder and cheek.

  “Hey, Jennifer!” Bonnie said enthusiastically as she began unloading her bags. “It’s been so long since we’ve talked — I was just thinking about how much I missed you. How’s it going up in Sawyer?” Jennifer, her closest friend in the world, had married some cowboy just a couple of months earlier and had moved to the Long Valley of all places, some tiny podunk corner of the world where people still honest-to-God canned their own food every fall and intentionally listened to country music. It was a world that Bonnie couldn’t help catching a glimpse of occasionally, living in Boise, Idaho as she did, but still, Sawyer just seemed so…quaint.

  The kind of thing you saw on a postcard but didn’t think still really existed.

  Well, not in real life.

  “Awww…” Jennifer said, a smile in her voice. “I’ve missed you, too. Things have been awesome up here. Things are starting to settle down now that harvest is done. You can’t grow anything in a foot of snow!”

  “A foot?” Bonnie repeated, stunned. Surely she was kidding. There was only a skiff of snow on the ground outside Bonnie’s apartment, and Sawyer and Boise were only 90 minutes apart. How was it possible that so much snow had fallen up there?

  “Yeah, I think it’s snowed more up here in the last month than it did all last winter in Boise. I really like it right now; you’ll have to ask me in February if I still feel that way or if I’m starting to go a little snow-crazy.” She laughed and Bonnie couldn’t help smiling in return. It was amazing how much better the world seemed with Jennifer in it. “How’s work going?”

  “Ugh,” Bonnie groaned, and then laughed. “About that good. I can’t believe you and I worked so hard to get our degrees in accounting so we could be this miserable at work. Well, so I could be so miserable. How’re you doing with the handsome hubby?”

  “Good!” The love and cheerfulness in Jennifer’s voice rang through and Bonnie knew Jenn meant it. Of course, she was married to a drop-dead gorgeous cowboy and no longer had to put up with a boss from hell, so Bonnie supposed that she was genuinely just that happy.

  Lucky.

  “Anyway, are you doing anything fun with your family for Christmas?”

  Bonnie grimaced, glad her friend couldn’t see her expression. “No,” she said, struggling to keep her voice light and airy, while lying for all she was worth. “Mom and Dad — well, Mom, and then Dad went along with it because he wanted to make her happy — decided to take everyone and go to Hawaii for Christmas. Palm trees and walks along the beach just doesn’t sound Christmassy to me, so I opted out of the trip.”

  Bonnie was pretty sure lightning was going to strike her apartment for such a blatant lie, but was surprised when nothing happened. Maybe God wasn’t paying attention to her just then, which was probably just as well. She wasn’t sure if she had lightning strikes for lies in her rental insurance coverage.

  “Oh Bonnie, I’m so sorry to hear that. Listen, why don’t you come up here? Sawyer has plenty of pine trees and craggy mountains, so I’m pretty sure it passes your ‘Must look Christmassy’ test. It’s been a week since the last snowstorm, so the roads are all cleared now and anyway, I’m sure Stetson and Carmelita would love having someone else here for Christmas.”

  “Really? I wouldn’t be an imposition?”

  “Of course not! Wyatt can’t come for Christmas, of course, and Declan is mad at Stetson for not being more forgiving, so it was just going to be Stetson, me, and Carmelita for Christmas. The little one isn’t due until April, so we can’t count on that quite yet.” She laughed. “You should come up tonight and spend the weekend here. Take advantage of the fact that Christmas is on a Sunday. Do you have Monday off too?”

  “I do — even Boss McScrooge agreed that there was no client on the planet who would be demanding numbers on December 26th.”

  Jennifer’s joyful laughter spilled out of the phone’s speaker. “Well, maybe you should upgrade him to Boss McScrooge Lite just for that.”

  “Let’s not get crazy,” Bonnie grumbled as she tried to fight back her own laughter. Jenn could always make her grin. Ever since they met in Survey of Federal Income Taxation class, which sounded as awful as it really was, they’d been drawn together — a perfect match of fun and laughter. Jennifer had moved in soon afterwards, living on Bonnie’s couch for two years while they worked their way through Boise State University to get their degrees.

  It was how Jennifer had managed to escape from Paul, her ex and a man so vile, Bonnie never could understand Jenn’s attraction to him.

  Not everyone has the benefit of hindsight. And hey, she doesn’t make fun of you for Ryan, so…

  “Yay! Pack quickly and head over. See you in a couple of hours?”

  “Sounds good. See you soon.” Bonnie hung up and hurried to get her bags packed. It was time to go have some fun, and get the hell out of her apartment.

  Chapter 3

  ~Luke~

  Luke pulled up in front of the old Miller farmhouse, the Christmas lights that were lining the roofline sparkling in the snow covering the landscaping. It looked so festive, so Christmassy and shit.

  So unlike his own house.

  Sticks jumped down from the bed of the truck, his stocky Black Lab body navigating the snowdrifts with ease. Luke and Stick’s noses wiggled in the crisp night air, breathing in the smell of…was that pot roast?

  God, it’s gonna be nice to eat Carmelita’s cooking this weekend. I might end up as fat as Stetson when she’s done with me! Oh, but it’ll be worth it.

  He knocked once and then, brushing his feet on the welcome mat, pushed open the front door. “I’m here,” he called out. Sticks shook the snow off his fur and then trotted in behind him.

  “Hello!” Carmelita came bustling into the entryway, the delicious pot roast and…something else trailing in behind her, like the world’s best smelling perfume. Is that cinnamon rolls? I’m pretty sure it’s cinnamon rolls.

  His stomach rumbled its agreement.

  “Oh, you poor thing,” Carmelita said in her heavily accented English, taking his jacket and hanging it up in the hall closet. “Dinner will be done soon. You
go upstairs and I will tell Stetson and Jennifer you are here.”

  She bustled off before he could answer, and so he headed up the stairs and down to the far guest bedroom. It was a little less…girly and shit than the other one, so it was the one he usually chose when he spent the night at the Miller’s house.

  He laid down on the bed for a few minutes, closing his eyes and turning the idea of doing absolutely nothing for an entire weekend over and over again in his mind. This was something he hadn’t done in years. Was he even capable of doing nothing for an entire weekend? He didn’t know.

  Dammit, am I really only 26 years old? I sound like an old man. Time to stop wallowing in my geriatric ways and get moving.

  He decided to take a quick detour to the bathroom before heading downstairs, but when he slid the pocket door open, he saw something that he was pretty sure he’d never, ever forget: A half-naked woman, jeans down around her knees, and the most sexy pair of red lace underwear on that he’d ever seen.

  It was only then that he registered a screaming noise, and realized it was because of him. She was screaming at him.

  A whole lot of not-very-nice words.

  Chapter 4

  ~Bonnie~

  Bonnie had softly hummed We Wish You a Merry Christmas on the way up the stairs. Jenn had told her to use the first guest bedroom on the left at the top of the stairs because it was simply gorgeous — she’d promised hand-painted roses on the walls, a fireplace, and a beautiful canopy bed, which sounded heavenly. Who actually had a canopy bed?! Her inner princess was squeeing with excitement.

  When Bonnie opened the door, she gave a drawn-out sigh of appreciation, a smile spreading across her face. Jennifer hadn’t been exaggerating. The room was too beautiful to use.

  On second thought, it was too beautiful not to use.

  With a big grin, she placed her bag on the bed and then headed to the sliding pocket door on the far side of the room. She’d use the bathroom before she headed back down the stairs to find the source of that amazing smell that was wafting through the house.

  She was almost to the toilet, her jeans around her knees, her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, when a stranger walked into the bathroom.

  She was screaming and trying to pull up her jeans that’d somehow gotten tangled around her knees and then she was pitching sideways into the clawfoot bathtub and her screams were reverberating around in the tub, hurting her head, or maybe that’s because she’d hit her head on the lip of the tub when she’d fallen that was causing her head to throb and the stranger was still there, his lips moving but she couldn’t understand anything he was saying and then his red plaid shirt appeared above her, a towel in his hands and he was draping it over her lower half and backing slowly out of the bathroom, hands in front of him, never turning his back on her until he’d back out of his pocket door into his bedroom, sliding the door closed quietly as he disappeared from sight.

  After countless moments, she could finally breathe again and the screaming stopped and she panted, staring at the ceiling. She reached up and felt the knot on the back of her head, wincing when she pushed on it.

  At least I didn’t split my head open! Oh my God, who was that man?!

  Based on his cowboy hat and plaid shirt, she was pretty sure he was a local, which meant he had to be a friend of Stetson’s. She tried to think back to Jennifer and Stetson’s wedding day, to remember if she’d seen him then, but it’d been a wild day and there’d been a whole lot of cowboys in attendance.

  A full-body shiver ran through her, a reminder that she hadn’t managed to pull her jeans back up yet, and laying inside of a cast-iron tub probably wasn’t the warmest place in the house to hang out.

  With some very unladylike maneuvering that she was eternally thankful she didn’t have an audience for, she managed to get her jeans pulled back up. With a sigh, she shoved her hair out of her face and clambered out of the tub. She could hide all night in the bathroom and hope Voyeur Cowboy went away, or she could go downstairs and pretend that nothing happened.

  Absolutely nothing at all.

  She straightened her shirt and her hair before heading down the stairs to join what promised to be the world’s worst dinner party.

  She walked into the living room just as the cowboy-turned-voyeur said, “And then, she fell over backwards into the tub!”

  Stetson roared with laughter, Jennifer whacked him upside the head, and then, dammit, a strangled noise escaped Bonnie’s throat which made everyone turn and look at her, the absolute last thing she wanted in the world but she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard the conversation now, and so, righteous indignation flaring up inside of her, she advanced on the Cowboy Without Manners.

  “Why did you not knock before you came in?” she demanded. “Were you raised in a barn?”

  “Ummm…kinda.”

  She glared at him but before she could tell him exactly what she thought of his manners, Stetson broke in.

  “So, you two have met?” he asked drily.

  She turned and glared at him. Really, two boneheads in a room at a time was more than she could handle. Shouldn’t there be some sort of load capacity rule in place?? Before Bonnie could whack him across the head and tell him exactly what she thought of him — thought of both of them — Jennifer pulled her to the side. “I’m really sorry for this. I—”

  “Are you trying to set me up with that…that man?” Bonnie demanded. Suddenly, it all made sense. She was supposed to be spending Christmas with one of her closest friends and now, some Peeping Tom cowboy was thrown into the mix. “Because if you are, let me tell you right now, he is not my type!”

  “No, I promise, it was just a mixup. Stetson asked him to come this weekend and I asked you, and we hadn’t talked to each other yet, so we didn’t know. We figured it out about the time, well, that you—” She gestured helplessly with her hands, a smile quirking up on the edge of her lips, threatening to spread across her face, and Bonnie narrowed her eyes at her. Jennifer’s grin quickly disappeared.

  “Right about the time you had an unwanted visitor in your bathroom,” Jennifer finished quickly. Bonnie felt her righteous indignation start to melt away, and laughter slowly replace it. Not that she’d let it show on her face. Hell no. She was going to make them all squirm for a while. A long while.

  Okay, so the whole thing was damn funny, and in about 15 years, she might even laugh about it.

  “I’m sorry,” Stetson said, walking over to their little huddle in the corner. “I was the one who asked him about the sounds. It was…quite noisy.” His lips quirked, and she could tell he was fighting back laughter too.

  She glared daggers at him and his laughter dried up as quickly as Jennifer’s had. Turning on her heel, she stalked into the dining room but then stopped when she realized she didn’t know where to sit at the large, imposing table. Jennifer came to her rescue, such as it was — Bonnie ended up sitting across the table from Voyeur Cowboy, which she wasn’t sure was any better than sitting next to him.

  Ugh. She wasn’t sure what the seating arrangement should be, but she did know she hated this one. They began passing the dishes around the table, the silence awkward as hell.

  “So, how did you and Jennifer meet?” Stetson knew the answer to his question, but Bonnie gave him credit for trying to come up with a topic to break through the seemingly impenetrable silence that had blanketed the room. Voyeur Cowboy stared at her across the table, also waiting for her answer, dark brown eyes following her every movement.

  Like melted chocolate.

  She ignored that thought.

  “We both went to Boise State, and met in Survey of Federal Income Taxation, a class from hell. We needed study partners, so…” She shrugged. “Then she broke up with her ex and needed some place to live, so she moved in with me for two years.”

  Voyeur Cowboy watched her as she talked and she dropped her gaze to her plate. She shouldn’t let him get to her, but it was hard not to notice his chiseled jaw, or his
lightly stubbled cheeks. It was quite possible she could cut herself on those cheekbones.

  “I’m sorry, I never caught your name,” she said to Voyeur Cowboy, when it became obvious that no one was going to actually introduce them.

  “Oh!” Jennifer exclaimed. “I’m so sorry. Bonnie Patterson, this is Luke Nash. Luke, Bonnie. He’s Stetson’s best friend.”

  “How did you and Stetson meet?” she asked, the words leaving her mouth before she could catch them, pull them back and hide them away. She was supposed to be giving him the cold shoulder, dammit, not asking him questions. He smiled at her, the edges of his eyes wrinkling into deep crow’s feet, and she wondered how old he was. He seemed timeless.

  His hair is still dark, but maybe he dyes it.

  Dammit, Bonnie, he’s Voyeur Cowboy. No wondering about his age, or how he met Stetson, or if you really could cut yourself on his cheekbones.

  Cold.

  Shoulder.

  “Oh hell, Stetson and I met while we were both still in the womb,” he said, winking at her. She stared back at him blankly.

  “Our moms were good friends for a while, so they hung out together while pregnant,” Stetson jumped in, sensing her confusion. “Of course, I am the older and wiser of the two of us—”

  “—Only by two months!” Luke broke in.

  “—So obviously I got the good looks too,” Stetson finished, ignoring his friend’s huff of pretended indignation. Jennifer swatted at Stetson’s arm.

  “You be nice. Poor Bonnie here is going to think that you treat all of your friends this way.”

  “That’s ‘cause he does,” Luke grumbled.

  She couldn’t help it — she laughed. Just a small laugh but it spilled out of her before she could stop it.