Christmas Kisses with My Cowboy

by Diana Palmer

  She knew Dal would be there. So she wore an outrageous dress, even more revealing than the one he’d been so disparaging about when she was a senior in high school.

  Sadly, the dress caught the wrong pair of eyes. A local cattleman who’d had five drinks too many had propositioned Meadow by the punch bowl. His reaction to her dress had flustered her and she tripped over her high-heeled shoes and knocked the punch bowl over.

  The linen tablecloth was soaked. So was poor Meadow, in her outrageous dress. Dal Blake had laughed until his face turned red. So had most other people. Meadow had asked her father to drive her home. It was the last Christmas party she ever attended in Raven Springs.

  But just before the punch incident, there had been another. Dal had been caught with her under the mistletoe . . .

  She shook herself mentally and glared at Dal.

  DIANA PALMER

  MARINA ADAIR

  KATE PEARCE