JACQUIE D’ALESSANDRO
Holiday Inn Bed
A Blazing Little Christmas Part 1
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
“There’s magic in the air,” Helen Krause said, leaning across the reception desk at the Timberline Lodge to smile at Roland as he entered the inn.
Her husband of forty years stomped snow from his boots onto one of the large red oval rugs that marked the entrance to the lodge’s cozy lobby. Together they owned and operated the rustic lodge, which sat on the shores of Mirror Lake, in the quaint village of Lake Placid, New York, a location that drew both local visitors and vacationers from all over the country.
“That’s not magic,” Roland replied, gazing at her over the stack of freshly split hickory logs he carried. “That’s a storm. And a bad one. Much worse than they’d predicted, and it’s comin’ sooner than they thought.”
“Last night’s weather report warned of only six to eight inches and that it wouldn’t hit until late tomorrow night,” Helen said, coming around the desk to relieve him of part of his bundle.
“Well, five minutes ago they predicted two to three feet, startin’ now. Wind’s picked up and the snow’s comin’ down hard.” He shook his head. “Crazy weather people. What other job allows you to be wrong so often yet not get fired?”
“Mother Nature loves to throw curveballs,” Helen murmured, walking with Roland toward the roaring fire crackling in the stone hearth. “So…looks like folks might be getting snowed in.”
“Oh, boy. I recognize that tone.” Roland deposited the fragrant cut wood into the curved polished brass log holder then held out his cold-reddened hands toward the dancing flame’s heat. Shooting her a half-indulgent, half-exasperated look over the tops of his bifocals, he said, “Now, Helen, just because Christmas is less than a week away—”
“Don’t go getting any ideas in my head,” she finished, peering right back at him over the top of her own bifocals. “Have you noticed that we have this same conversation every year right around this time?”
“I suppose,” Roland admitted, sounding grumpy. But the effect was ruined when his blue eyes twinkled at her.
“And do you know why we have this conversation every year?”
“I suppose. But just because folks have fallen in love here at Christmastime in the past, doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again this year.”
“Which is what you say every year. But you can’t deny that romance somehow always strikes our holiday guests. I’m not sure if it’s the snow, or the scent of pine from all the Christmas decorations, or something in the lodge itself.”
Roland turned toward her and drew her into his arms. Even after all these years, her heart still skipped a beat. His once thick dark hair was now mostly silver and mostly gone, and his ruddy skin bore the signs of his sixty-four years and hard work. But to her, he was still the handsomest man in the world. And the most wonderful. Not that there weren’t times she’d been tempted to thunk him upside his head with a skillet—he was a man after all and therefore frequently exasperating—but after forty years and five children together, she still loved waking up next to him every morning.
“Uh-oh,” Roland said, pulling her closer, until her reindeer-decorated red sweater bumped against his green flannel shirt. “You have that matchmaking gleam in your eye.”
“Hmmm. You seem to have a gleam in your eye as well.”
“Probably because I’m standing under the mistletoe with my best girl.”
“There’s no mistletoe right here…”
Her words trailed off when Roland pulled a twig of dark green leaves accented with small white berries from his pocket and waggled it over their heads.
“You were saying?” he murmured with a grin, lowering his head toward hers.
After he’d treated her to a kiss that curled her toes inside her sheepskin-lined boots, she leaned back in the circle of his strong arms. “Goodness. I was saying you have a gleam in your eye,” she managed to say, sounding as breathless as she felt. “Clearly I was right.”
“Not bad for an old guy, huh?” A devilish grin creased his cheeks and he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “You smell mighty good, Mrs. Krause. Like sugar cookies and pinecones. And…” He breathed deep and nibbled the sensitive bit of skin behind her ear. “Magic.”
“As I said, it’s in the air,” she murmured, savoring the pleasurable tingles skittering down her spine.
“Every time I’m near you,” Roland agreed, lifting his head to smile at her. Then his expression sobered. “But I don’t want you gettin’ your hopes up that romance will bloom here this week and then bein’ disappointed.”
“Nonsense. We have a number of single guests registered, you know. And all my ‘Christmas Magic’ senses are tingling.”
“That’s because I just kissed you.”
She laughed. “True. But that special holiday magic is shimmering all around us, Roland. I can feel it. You mark my words. Before Christmas arrives, love will once again bloom at Timberline Lodge.”
Chapter 1
Jessica Hayden gratefully absorbed the delicious warmth emitting from the snapping fire, which danced in the huge stone fireplace in the lobby of the Timberline Lodge. She wasn’t certain how long it would take Eric to get them registered, but after braving the two-hour drive here—the last few miles at a crawl due to the sudden heavy snowfall—then the blustery wind that hit them on their walk across the parking lot, she didn’t mind lingering near this heated coziness, at least for a few minutes. But more than thawing out by the fire, she was anxious for her and Eric to get to their cabin, where they’d generate their own heat.
Which couldn’t happen soon enough for her.
God help her, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. It had been so long…way too long, since they’d made love, and now that their much-needed weekend was upon them, she was about ready to burst. The stress and problems that had been wreaking havoc with every aspect of their lives—including their love life—didn’t exist in this rustic lodge. Here they would have the time and privacy to get themselves and their relationship back on track.
She pulled off her gloves and her gaze rested on the sparkling round diamond adorning her left hand. When Eric Breslin had slipped the engagement ring on her finger four months ago, it had been the happiest, most magical moment of her life. She loved him deeply and she’d believed, they’d both believed, that everything was going to be perfect.
They’d both been dead wrong.
Everything was, in a word, a disaster.
Little had they known their engagement would spark a family feud that made the legendary Hatfields and McCoys look like rank amateurs. After much discussion, she and Eric had reached compromises regarding the big issue—her managing Hayden’s, her family’s upscale restaurant in her hometown of Marble Falls, and Eric’s opening last year, less than a mile away, a Chop House, a national restaurant chain known for excellent food at reasonable prices. Even though Chop House was technically the competition—a fact that had caused them some difficulties at the onset of their relationship—Jessica had discovered that Eric was everything she’d ever wanted in a man.
She hadn’t believed in love at first sight until she saw him. That first instant spark of attraction in the cheese aisle at her favorite gourmet food shop had all but fried her where she stood. The fact that he’d chosen her favorite Brie and knew the subtle differences between Gorgonz
ola and Stilton had piqued her interest. They struck up a conversation and by the time they made it to the wine aisle she knew, in her heart, he was The One. And the next six months had only proven her correct.
He was kind, loving, patient, honorable and generous. He made her laugh. Made her happy. Sure, he had his faults—but hey, what man didn’t leave his socks on the floor and coffee cups all over the place? Growing up with four older brothers, she didn’t let silly little “guy things” bother her. And best of all, Eric loved her as much as she loved him.
Unfortunately their families mixed about as well as oil and water. Jessica’s mother and four overprotective brothers considered Eric not only business competition, but looked down on his franchise restaurant, considering it fast food compared to Hayden’s. Marc, Andy, Robbie and Carl all glared at Eric at every opportunity, resenting both his opening the restaurant and him “stealing” their little sister, whom they ridiculously felt was way too good for him.
To make matters worse, Jessica’s mother had dreamed about her only daughter’s wedding since the day she’d finally given birth to a girl after four sons. Maybe, just maybe, Carol Hayden could have gotten over the fact that Jessica was marrying “the competition,” but she simply could not accept that Eric’s sister, Kelley—who was more like his mother since she’d raised him and their two younger sisters after their parents’ deaths when Eric was twelve—was a wedding planner. A very successful wedding planner whose recent clients included an Olympic gold medalist, a daytime television actress and a state senator’s daughter.
Kelley had very definite ideas about her only brother’s wedding. Ideas that did not in any way mesh with Jessica’s mother’s ideas for her only daughter’s wedding. Indeed, Carol Hayden viewed Kelley’s expertise as a threat to her own plans for Jessica’s wedding. Toss into that volatile mix Eric’s sisters’ resentment toward Jessica’s family for looking down their noses at their beloved brother, and the entire situation was as explosive as a powder keg piled next to an open flame.
Holy family feud.
The bickering had spilled over into Jessica and Eric’s relationship, even in the bedroom where they hadn’t even ventured during the last several weeks. These last four months, instead of being joyous, had brought them both to the breaking point. They desperately needed this long weekend away from the relentless arguing, needed this time alone, to put their relationship back on track. To reignite their currently nonexistent sex life. To recapture the magic that had surrounded them right from the beginning. And they would. They had to. Because the alternative—not being together, not sharing their lives—was a concept she simply couldn’t wrap her mind around.
Yet there had been times since they’d announced their engagement when she wondered if they’d actually be able to rescue themselves from the quicksand they’d stumbled into and make that walk down the aisle together. She wanted to marry him, wanted to spend her life with him. But…how could she ignore all the shrapnel hitting them from the family fallout? And even though he’d never said so, she knew Eric wondered, too. And she couldn’t help but worry that he’d grow so disgusted with the whole situation, he’d just walk away.
Well, she couldn’t worry anymore. She needed to know. She loved Eric and knew he loved her. But, as she’d unfortunately learned over the past four months, the adage that sometimes love isn’t enough was sadly true. She also knew, in her heart, that this weekend was going to either make them or break them. At the least, it would result in some drastic changes. Because they simply couldn’t go on any longer the way they were. For the past four months she and Eric had tried to keep everyone happy and the result was that no one was happy. Something had to give.
Shoving aside all thoughts that even hinted at sadness, Jessica focused her attention on her surroundings. The rustic inn definitely lived up to the color brochure that had enticed them to choose the Timberline Lodge for their desperately needed getaway—that and an enthusiastic recommendation from Eric’s best friend, Dave. Rustic, yet boasting every modern convenience, the lodge and its recently added cabins were the perfect winter wonderland-type location for a sexy, romantic holiday away from it all.
A huge, gaily decorated Christmas tree, its branches glittering with garland, soared upward in the far corner of the A-framed building. Knotted wood beams lined the ceiling from which antler chandeliers hung, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. Swags of fragrant pine boughs dipped along the wooden mantel accented with cheery red stockings and thick candles that resembled candy canes. Comfortable leather and Adirondack-style chairs dotted the room in intimate groupings, and colorful braided rugs—the sort she used to help Nana Sophie make—were strewn about the hardwood floors.
The deep, familiar rumble of Eric’s laughter caught her attention and she turned toward the reception desk. The mere sight of Eric, his thick, dark hair gleaming with dampness from the snow, made her pulse jump and her throat go dry with longing. He was smiling at a man and woman standing behind the reception desk, a couple Jessica judged to be in their sixties. They must be the owners, Helen and Roland Krause, she decided. The brochure had given a history of Timberline Lodge, how the historic building had been in the Krause family for generations. They reputedly treated their guests like family and were continuously working to further upgrade and improve the facilities. Dave had told them the place was a labor of love and based on what she’d seen so far, she agreed.
Mrs. Krause glanced toward her and offered a grin and a friendly wave, both of which Jessica returned. Eric shook both their hands, then walked toward her while the Krauses gave their attention to the young woman who was next in line to check in.
Jessica watched Eric striding toward her and everything female inside her came to immediate attention. With his parka unzipped, sturdy snow boots, his favorite Levi’s that hugged his long legs, and a thick, cable-knit sweater that stretched across his wide chest and exactly matched his dark blue eyes, he looked rugged and masculine and absolutely delicious. That same whammo of attraction that had all but knocked her unconscious the first time she’d seen him almost a year ago slammed into her now—as it did every time she looked at him. She’d dated some very attractive men over the years, but Eric was the first one who could knock the breath from her lungs with a mere look.
A look like the one he was giving her right now.
The one that curved up a corner of his gorgeous mouth and resulted in a totally sexy lopsided grin that dented a shallow dimple in his cheek and made her knees feel like freshly kneaded bread dough. The one that made his eyes glitter with that wicked gleam and sizzling sensuality she loved.
Heat that had nothing to do with the roaring fire poured through her. Looking at him now, it was impossible to believe their relationship could ever teeter on the brink of imploding. Or that their sex life was suffering. How was it possible that for weeks she hadn’t found a way to wade through the morass of stress and make love to this man who could make her nipples hard by just standing there? Surely with this time alone, away from everything and everyone that had been conspiring to pull them apart for the past four months, she’d be able to relax. And together they’d find a way to solve their problems. All they needed was a break. And here, at the Timberline Lodge, that’s exactly what they’d have.
Thank God.
When he reached her, he didn’t say a word—he just pulled her into his arms and kissed her. A deep, lush kiss that tasted of pent-up frustration and anticipation. One that revved her pulse and ended way too soon. After he lifted his head, his eyes were smoldering. “We’re all set. Our cabin is just a short walk and overlooks the lake. You ready?”
“Absolutely.” She lightly bumped her pelvis against his. “Are you ready?”
A half laugh, half groan escaped him. “God, yes. Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about it until I get you alone. But once I do—” he yanked her tighter against him, making it very obvious that he was indeed ready “—you’re in big trouble.”
Good Lord, she
hoped so. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted up on her toes to brush her lips over his. “Oh, yeah? Watch it, big guy. Maybe you’re the one who’ll be in trouble.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve been in trouble since the first moment I saw you.”
“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”
He shook his head, framed her face between his large hands that still bore a hint of chill from outside and looked at her through suddenly serious eyes. “Best damn thing that ever happened to me.”
Jessica’s heart flipped over and she swallowed around the sudden tightness in her throat. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “Everything is going to be okay, Jess. I promise. Have I ever broken a promise to you?”
She shook her head and their noses bumped. “No.”
“And I’m not going to start now. We’ll work this out. All of it.”
She leaned back and looked at him. There was no doubt he believed what he said, and that confidence, along with the love shining in his eyes, bolstered her belief that he was right. And here, in this cozy setting, where it was just the two of them, free from all the outside pressures that constantly bombarded them, the way it had been for those first six glorious months they were together, before they’d announced their engagement and all hell broke loose, all seemed right with the world.
“You are, without a doubt, the sweetest, kindest, most patient—not to mention the sexiest—man I’ve ever met.”
“Can’t tell you how glad I am to hear you say that,” he murmured, punctuating each word with a nibbling kiss along her jaw. “Now about that ‘sexiest’ bit…I’m dying to give you a personal demonstration.”
“Hmmm…a tempting offer, but my fiancé will be arriving any minute now and he might object.”
“Damn. I might have guessed you were taken.” He slipped his hands inside her coat and ran his palms down her back, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “Your fiancé is one lucky guy. I hope he tells you that every day. Right after he tells you that you’re the most beautiful, sexy woman on earth.” He nuzzled her neck. “And that no one smells better than you. And that he loves you so much he can barely think straight most of the time.” He lifted his head. “Does he tell you that every day? Because if he doesn’t, I’ll have to hurt him. Bad.”
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