Meet Me Under the Mistletoe. Cara Colter

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       “So …” He took her cue and changed the subject, all business. “A real tree fetches a pretty good price in the city?”

      Hanna nodded. “A king’s ransom. Mistletoe is even more dear.”

      Oh, gee, did she have to bring up mistletoe? Around him, of all people?

      “Oh, I know mistletoe is pricey,” he said. “I bought some once.”

      “You have never bought a tree but you bought mistletoe?” Crazy to be curious, but she was. “Why?”

      He looked off into the distance. “I think I had this cheesy idea that if I carried it around in my pocket I could haul it out and hold it over my head and collect lots of free Christmas kisses.”

      She felt a shiver along her spine at the thought of meeting Sam Chisholm under the mistletoe.

      Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

      Cara Colter

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      CARA COLTER lives in British Columbia with her partner, Rob, and eleven horses. She has three grown children and a grandson. She is the recent recipient of an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in the ‘Love and Laughter’ category. Cara loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her or learn more about her through her website: www.cara-colter.com.

      To all my incredible new friends in New Zealand: the Browns, the Burtons, the Emmersons, the Pilkingtons and the Kalinowskis. Thank you. Your genuine kindness and generosity humbles and amazes.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      “I QUIT!”

      Hanna Merrifield held the phone away from her ear, and then tucked it in close again so her coworkers at the upscale accounting firm of Banks and Banks would not be disturbed by the loud, belligerent voice of her caller.

      “Now, now, Mr. Dewey,” she said, her tone conciliatory, “you can’t just quit.”

      “Can’t?” Mr. Dewey shouted, outraged. “Can’t?”

      “It’s just that,” Hanna said soothingly, resisting the temptation to hold the phone away again, “you would be leaving me in quite a pinch.” Her eyes slid to her desktop calendar. “It’s November thirtieth. Christmas is only weeks away.”

      “Hang Christmas.”

      That sentiment expressed how she had felt herself a million times or so. Hanna closed her eyes against the work, piled in neat stacks on her desk, each screaming its urgent deadline. Not now, she wanted to shout at Mr. Dewey, the manager of Christmas Valley Farm.

      The farm had been in her family since the late 1800s. But Hanna had become the sole, and reluctant, owner of it upon the death of her mother six months ago.

      Christmas Valley Farm. The place that she never wanted to go back to.

      And it really, until this phone call, had looked like she might never have to.

      “Isn’t someone coming to look at it tomorrow?” she reminded Mr. Dewey. “A potential buyer?” She didn’t add finally. “If you could just hang on until the showing, give me a chance to find someone else to manage it, I would be most appreciative—”

      “Have a listen to this.” A terrible noise came over the phone line: the screeching of tires and blaring of horns.

      “What

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