Snow Valley, Montana, is a small community with the tradition of doing Christmas big. Festivities begin with tree lighting in the town square the day after Thanksgiving and continue until the culminating romantic Christmas Ball. From the Polar Express to a Winter Carnival, there’s something for every wonder-filled child—and every couple who’s in love—or about to be.
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Blue Christmas by Lucy McConnell
Clay reached one arm around her.
Her breath caught as his hand pressed the small of her back and she took a step toward him.
“Really?” he asked.
Awareness pulsed just under her skin, catching Paisley off guard. “Really,” she breathed.
“Prove it.” Clay swiped a spoonful of red frosting across her cheek and Paisley’s jaw dropped at the cold feeling of Crisco and powdered sugar on her skin.
“Clay,” she said in shock.
Clay pulled her closer and Paisley felt as though a million bubbles floated through her toes and out her head. She placed her hand on his chest, not sure if she was trying to hold him back or be closer to him. Clay smelled like cinnamon and aftershave and Paisley found the two a dangerous combination. He gently swiped the other cheek. “Play,” he said in a husky voice.
If Clay’s arm hadn’t been around her, she would have melted into the floor upon hearing his deep timbre.
In the entire mess of mini holiday crisis she’d faced over the last couple of days she’d always known what to do. If preparedness was her super power, then being caught up in Clay’s embrace was her kryptonite. She was at a loss for how to handle the situation. The only thoughts flitting inside her head were how close Clay was and how he might kiss her and she might let him.