Sugar Mountain Christmas Bride (The Mountain Men of Linewsworth)

by Frankie Love

“Okay, no, I totally get it,” I say setting my phone on my bathroom counter. Sophia is on speaker phone and I’m trying to finish up my makeup. I thought we were meeting for lunch, but she’s canceled. “Your dad wants family time.”

  “I’m sorry, I know you’re family too. It’s just, I haven’t seen him in months,” she says.

  “You don’t need to apologize.” I dust sparkly bronzing powder over my nose. “But we do need to plan a few things for the wedding still. And the bachelorette party is tonight.”

  She groans. “We really don’t need to do that.”

  “What are you talking about? Kensie and Tillie are coming, and so are your bridesmaids. So, no excuses.”

  “Okay, I just, blah. This whole wedding came up so fast. I feel like I’m not ready.”

  I try to keep my voice as steady as my hand is while applying black eyeliner to my lid. “We’ve been planning it for months, Sophia.”

  “I know. And I can’t begin to express how grateful I am for everything you’ve done. I just feel a little overwhelmed with life.”

  “How is James doing with everything?”

  “I don’t know. He mostly talks about the honeymoon in Fiji. I think he just wants to get to the honeymoon suite. I think he thinks we’re gonna get kinky or something once we get there.”

  I smile, thinking about how kinky I got last night. I know it wasn’t ball gags or ass play — but I put on a little Santa negligeé and sat on a candy cane, and for me, that’s pretty outside the box.

  “Well, it is your honeymoon,” I say. “Surprise him.”

  “Says the girl who hasn’t been with a man in how many years?”

  Not wanting to discuss my sex life with her right now, I blow the comment off. “Well, tell your dad hello. And call me later, so we can plan our outfits for the bachelorette party.”

  “Love you, Noelle.”

  “Love you more.”

  I hang up and glide some red lipstick on, wanting to look festive. Walking around my apartment though, I realize it has been sorely neglected. Everywhere I look there is some wedding accessory — but nothing that will make my place cozy come Christmas morning.

  I don’t even have a tree. Me. Noelle. The girl who loves Christmas doesn’t have a tree. I’ve been so focused on Sophia and James, I’ve forgotten about myself. The situation needs to be rectified. Now.

  So, I set to work filling up plastic tote bins with the wedding stuff, tossing paper scraps and plastic packaging in the trash. Soon enough it doesn’t look like a wedding threw up here, and instead looks like a generic apartment of a twenty-three-year-old woman who doesn’t have any family at Christmas.

  Depressing much?

  I look in my storage closet and pull out my boxes of Christmas decorations. It’s a modest collection, but everything I have has meaning. Most of it was my parents’ things from before I lost them. I have lights and a tree stand, a tree skirt, and ornaments. But no tree. Making a decision to do something for myself, instead of Sophia and James, I pull on my coat and gloves.

  I drive to the tree lot Noble Pines, at the bottom of a mountain slope, and park my car, ready to pick out the perfect tree. I take a deep breath, the fresh air reminding me that most things can be solved by going outside.

  Last night didn’t end how I hoped. Right after the mind-blowing sex, Brooks brought me back to reality. He is a single-father, here for a week. Hooking up with me was all about sex.

  And it was for me too, except I know myself. I can’t do that with him twice without getting attached.

  So, I had to end it, then and there. The last thing I need this Christmas is a broken heart.

  It wasn’t how I wanted things to go with Brooks, but since when do I get things to go the way I want?

  I wave to Parker, who owns the lot, and he tells me I have a friends and family discount. “Can’t wait for the wedding, Noelle,” he tells me. “I hear there is going to be a chocolate fountain?”

  “Of course, there will be! I’m so glad you’ll be there. Most everyone in town has RSVP’d.”

  “Well, if you ever want to change careers, you could be a wedding planner. Sounds like you’ve done yourself a real fine job.”

  I smile. “I don’t think working the register at Three Sisters counts as a career, but thanks, Parker.”

  My friend Tillie, has a new food truck and it’s parked at the tree lot. I head over and order a hot chocolate and I ask how she’s doing.

  “Oh, pretty good — except there is this new guy in town. And he’s a complete and utter asshole.”

  My eyes widen. Is she talking about Brooks?

  “His name is Benji and he’s a chef, with a food truck.”

  “Oh,” I say, relieved it isn’t the same person. “Well, I will avoid him at all costs.”

  “Right? I’m just getting my truck up and running, I don’t need competition.”

  “Sorry, babe.” She hands me the drink, and waves away my debit card. “Still on for tonight?” I ask her.

  Her face lights up. “I can’t wait. I’m so done with holiday stress.”

  “I hear you. This wedding has taken a lot out of me.”

  “Is Sophia being… grateful?”

  I take a sip of the yummy drink to avoid answering. “The wedding is going to be beautiful. The gown alone will take your breath away.”

  “Let me guess, you picked it out?”

  I nod. “I did. It’s my dream dress, but Sophia said she didn’t care. Every time I pressed her on it, she deferred to me. Even at the dress shop.”

  “Do you think she wants to… you know, do this?”

  My shoulders fall, and I shake my head. “Don’t say that. After all the work I’ve done for it… it would be a big blow.”

  Tillie sets her hand on mine, and I know I should let her go, she has a few customers lining up. “I know, sweetie. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “It’s fine,” I say, saying goodbye. “Tonight, we’ll catch up more.” I leave the food truck and begin winding my way through the rows of trees, not wanting her doubts to cloud my mind. It’s Christmas — I’m here to be happy, to be thinking of something besides Sophia’s wedding.

  Just then, a little girl runs up to me. It’s Scout, dancing in circles of excitement. “It’s you! From the bakery!”

  Her excitement is infectious, and I find myself laughing as she grabs my hand, dragging me to… Brooks. “Papa, look who I found!”

  Brooks’ eyes reach mine and I can feel my cheeks burn. Last night completely changed my thoughts on what sex could be.

  He knew what he was doing… and it felt so freaking good. He made me laugh and swell with delight. He kissed me and woke something up that no one ever tried to awaken before. One night with Brooks was a terrible idea because he has now ruined me for sex with all other men.

  “Noelle,” he says with a big grin as if we were old friends and not ex-lovers. “It’s so good to see you.”

  It’s genuine, his happiness in seeing me. I know, because I feel it too. Happy. To see him. He isn’t just some guy. He’s Brooks. A man who saw my heart and handled it so gently.

  Why, exactly, did I let him walk away?

  “What are you doing here?” I ask, immediately regretting the stupid question. He is here buying a tree, just like me.

  A woman I’ve met once, Brooks’ mother, Coralee is there and says, “Oh hello, Noelle. Brooks told us all about your afternoon.”

  My eyes lift, and Brooks fills in. “I told her how beautiful the lodge is, and how we grabbed dinner afterward.”

  “How is Dean doing?” I ask her. “I’m so sorry to hear he took a fall.”

  Coralee shakes her head. “He hates the idea of sitting still, but I told him we can get the tree ourselves.”

  “Are you getting a tree too, Noelle?” Scout asks.

  “I am.” I smile. “My apartment wasn’t looking very Christmassy.”

  “So are we. Papa said I can put the star on the top.”

  I me
et Brooks’ gaze. Is this man even real? He seems so perfect… in every way except the fact that he lives hundreds of miles away.

  “You know,” Coralee says. “Why don’t you come over and have an early dinner with us? It’s so cold out and I have a big pot of chili on the stove.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

  Coralee sets her hand so her hips. “I won’t take no for answer, Noelle. Unless you have plans of course?”

  I look to Brooks to see what he thinks of his mother’s suggestion.

  He smiles broadly. “Agreed, you’ve gotta come. Let’s get some tress picked out and head home.”

  Home. A word that hasn’t held much meaning since Mom and Dad died. When Brooks says it, I wonder what it makes him think of. His home is so far away.

  Scout and Coralee walk away, looking for a tree, and Brooks turns his attention to me.

  “Now what kind of tree do you like?” he asks me. “It’s an important question.”

  I smile, nerves fading away every time Brooks speaks to me. How is it a man I hardly know, can make me feel so comfortable in my own skin?

  “There is only one kind of tree I’d choose.”

  He smiles, his eyes so bright, so full of life, that my belly flipflops. He makes me feel more alive, just by being around him.

  “Let me guess, a sad little Charlie Brown tree?”

  I laugh. “How did you know?”

  He rests a hand on my arm. “I don’t know what it is, Noelle. But I feel like I know you. In so many ways.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip.

  The truth is, I feel the exact same way.

  Chapter Nine

  Brooks

  After we get the tree set up in my parents’ house, I haul out the boxes of ornaments, so my mom and Scout can get to work decorating. As they start stringing lights, I notice that Noelle looks a little uncomfortable. I know we just met yesterday, but it’s surprising seeing her out of sorts.

  Noelle is standing in the living room, taking it all in. I have to admit my heart softens as I see Scout giggling with her grandpa — maybe she is missing out on not being closer.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, delivering her a glass of white wine.

  “Nothing really,” she says, taking a sip of the wine. “Thanks for getting my tree to my place.”

  I frown, not believing her for a minute but I let it go, not wanting to pressure her to talk if she doesn’t want to. “That one was easy, it was small. This one that Scout picked, though, is—”

  “Huge?” Noelle smiles. “It’s sweet that you let her pick. You’re wrapped around her finger.”

  “You think I’m too easy on her?”

  Noelle shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I think it’s precious. It’s the way a father should treat his little girl. Like she’s the gift she is.”

  I rest a hand on the small of her back. “Being here, with my family, is it too hard?”

  She looks up at me. “No, Brooks. I love being here.”

  “Would you tell me if you didn’t?”

  She bites her lip. “Probably not.”

  I run a hand over my beard. “So, how am I gonna know what you’re really feeling if you aren’t gonna tell me?”

  She shrugs. “Guess you’re gonna have to learn my body language.”

  I snort. “Don’t mind being given that job.”

  Mom walks past us with a string of lights and asks what we’re smiling about.

  “Brooks was just telling me how much he loves to learn new things,” Noelle says.

  Mom lifts an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Are you going to learn how to move closer to your parents?”

  I chuckle. “You know my life is in Seattle.”

  Mom just raises her eyebrows and then walks away. “Nothing’s set in stone,” she called over her shoulder.

  “What is that about?” Noelle asks.

  “My parents moved here from Seattle this summer and now they think Scout and I should follow. Not sure that’s how it works though.”

  “It’s sweet they want you closer,” Noelle says wistfully, and I realize then, how she'd do anything to have the chance to be close to her parents again. I run a hand over my beard, considering my priorities. I’ve always put Scout first, but now I wonder what is best for both of us. My parents won’t be around forever, and they’re the only family my daughter and I have.

  “You’re right,” I say. “I probably don’t tell them that enough.”

  “Well, you at least got your mother a Christmas gift, didn’t you?”

  “Shit,” I say laughing. “I really need to step up my game.”

  “Do you have a problem with Christmas or something?” Noelle asks.

  I shrug. “Hell, I’m not the most sentimental man, and I don’t have a wife. You know, someone to remind me to lighten up.”

  Scout is shrieking gleefully as my mother brings her a cup of hot cocoa.

  “You’re telling me that little girl doesn’t warm your heart?”

  “She does. Without her, I’d probably turn to stone.” I look over at Noelle. “What about you? Who in your life makes sure you aren’t becoming jaded or bitter?”

  She takes a sip of her wine considering the question. “I think I keep myself pretty busy as a distraction. The truth is I’m alone a lot. I have friends, but everyone is busy with their own lives.”

  “Do you want someone in your life? Someone you can count on?”

  She looks at me like I’m an idiot, and maybe I am. “Doesn’t everyone want that?”

  “I’ve been single a long time,” I tell her. “Before I came to Linesworth this Christmas, I didn’t really think of myself as a settling down type.”

  “And now?” she asks, her voice quiet.

  I step toward Noelle, grateful my parents are occupied with Scout. “Now I wonder if I’ve been single all this time because I was waiting for the right person.”

  I lean in, close enough to kiss her, and hell, I want to. So damn badly.

  But before I can press my lips to hers, Scout has bounded over, a ball of energy. “Come help, Noelle. Come help with the ornaments.”

  Noelle’s eyes meet mine and I know that she wouldn’t have pulled away from the kiss. She would have given in. To me.

  She wants this too.

  A chance at love, at an unexpected forever.

  Mom calls me into the kitchen and when I enter, I know she knows there is something going on between Noelle and me. “So, is she who you were with last night?”

  I nod. “Yeah, she’s planning the wedding, you know that.”

  Mom waves her hand in the air. “I know, but after that, you two went to dinner, just you and her?”

  I nod. “What are you getting at?”

  She smiles, grabbing bowls and spoons for the chili. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how she is so much sweeter when she’s not talking about that darn wedding. And Scout adores her.”

  “They’ve met twice.”

  “Sometimes once is enough.”

  I swallow. “You mean that? You think love can sweep into your life in an instant?

  “They call it love at first sight for a reason, Brooks.” Mom pats my shoulder, then walks into the living calling everyone in to eat.

  My heart pounds as I think about what she said. Love at first sight? I never thought it was real.

  But this attraction to Noelle, this instant chemistry — it can’t be bought, can’t be forced. It’s either here or it isn’t.

  Scout has her hand in Noelle’s guiding her to the table. They sit down next to my father who hobbles in on his crutches, talking about Santa’s naughty and nice lists, about presents Scout hopes to find under the tree.

  I’ve never been in love before.

  At least, I hadn’t thought so.

  But as I grab my bowl of chili and sit down next to her, I realize what I want is right here, right beside me.

  “What?” she asks when she catches me staring at her.

&
nbsp; “Will you go out with me tonight?” I ask.

  She twists her lips. “Sorry. I wish I could but it’s the bachelorette party.”

  I nod in understanding — but wishing like hell I could spend another night with her.

  I have a feeling if I did, I might just never let go.

  Chapter Ten

  Noelle

  After dinner and dessert — earlier today I had snagged a box of Christmas cookies from my kitchen while Brooks brought in my little tree —Brooks walks me to my car. Snow is falling, creating a wonderland around us. It’s only a few days until Christmas and there is something in the air.

  It’s undeniable.

  “My parents love you,” he tells me.

  I smile. “Well, they did kinda give me the third degree. What was that about?”

  They had asked all sorts of questions over the chili.

  How long have you lived here? My whole life.

  Where do you work? At the bakery with no plans on leaving.

  Do you like children? If they are as adorable as Scout is, sure.

  That last one got giggles from Brook’s ringleted four-year-old daughter.

  “They were only curious because… well, you know.”

  I shake my head. “No, why?”

  Brooks lowers his face, our eyes meeting. There is a streetlamp on, casting a perfect glow over us. “Because they realize I have a crush on you.”

  I swallow, scared of getting what I want. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

  He cups my face with both his hands. “What would you call it?”

  “Something about Christmas wishes. About miracles. About—”

  He cuts me off with a kiss. A real, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that makes me swoon, weak in the knees. A kiss filled with visions of a white wedding dress trimmed in fur and a flower girl wearing a red cape. A little specific, sure, but I’ve had weddings on my mind for weeks and when Brooks’ mouth opens, when his tongue finds mine— I’m a snowflake that’s melted. I’m a snowman who has seen better days.

  In his arms, I’m the best possible puddle.

  “Oh, Brooks,” I say, panting as the kiss ends. I press the back of my hand to my mouth, the heat from his lips searing my skin.