Page 9 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“I’m also ravenous.” My sister jams her elbow in my side, like she understands his double entendre. “How about you, sis’? You ravenous?”
I glare at her like the Grinch. I feel like the Grinch. I’m generally a happy-go-lucky kinda gal. However, this cowboy and his cocky demeanour bring out the green beast inside me. And the peeping Tom.
I inwardly roll my eyes. I’ve made a stellar impression today. Not that I’m trying to impress anyone.
“We could hit the bar after supper.” I think the cowboy is mistaken about whose side he’s on. “I read there’s a mixology station.”
“Ohhh, a mixology station.” My sister’s elbow is in my side again. “I’m in.” Her arm reaches in front of me to fist bump Cole.
Seriously?
Cole’s fist meets hers. “It’s a date.”
Seriously?
“Platonic date. Watch how you word it. Peeping Tom might get jealous.” My sister’s snicker is pure evil.
“Y’all have fun on your platonic drinking date. Peeping Tom doesn’t care.”
My sister snorts. “You just referred to yourself as peeping Tom.”
The elevator doors can’t open soon enough and I’m the first to get off. I’d much rather the entire lot of them go to a different floor. Not my luck. Turns out, our rooms are right beside each other. Just dandy. Even dandier, when the Quylt sisters barge inside to give us a tour of the three-bedroom suite.
“Look at this amazing view.” Faye’s heeled shoes tap over the wooden floor and rustic woven rugs. She stops at the wall of windows and French doors. “It overlooks the ridges and creeks that Whiskey Ridge Creek has to offer.”
The view is incredible. So is this suite. The log structure of the lodge is present in the open concept kitchen and living room. There are high ceilings with timber trusses and ceiling rafters. A cozy couch and chairs circle the river stone fireplace with a log mantle. The kitchenette is fully functioning with a stove, fridge and island.
“All it’s missing is the city snow.” I get glares from every person in the room. Honestly, I’m not a fan of the snow either. It’s cold and wet and I don’t like to shovel the white stuff. But it is beautiful. And one can’t deny snow gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling of Christmas.
“It was a long drive here. I’m gonna freshen up before we meet Hannah.” I open the first bedroom door.
My sister opens the middle door. “Peeping Tom needs to freshen up for you know who.”
My fingers tighten around the handle. “Not what I said.”
“Exactly what I heard. Should we switch rooms? Y’all are ramming me in the middle. It’s going to be loud for both of you tonight. Bow chicka wow wow.” My sister swings her hips. “Unless, you’re planning on inviting a certain hunky cowboy back tonight...?”
“What certain hunky cowboy?” Faye asks.
“The one she’s ravenous for.” Sadie purrs.
I stomp to the middle bedroom. My suitcase bounces over the rug edges. “I’m here to bake cookies.” I slam the door in her smug face.
I don’t need the Quylt sisters knowing my business. Once they know, the entire town knows.
My bedroom is as gorgeous as the rest of the suite. A fluffy white duvet stretches across the queen size log bed accented with a couple Christmas themed throw pillows. Two chairs sit on either side of the corner fireplace with a woven rug in front. It’s cozy and Christmas all rolled into one. Now if only the rest of my evening looked as wonderful.
My gaze halts at the sight of my reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall. I definitely didn’t do anything special with my attire today. Denim pants and a light grey blouse. My hair is piled into a messy bun. At least I added a dash of mascara and some concealer.
I reprimand myself for scolding my appearance. I wasn’t put on this earth to look good for people. More specifically, for a certain hunky cowboy.
Still, I find myself ripping the shirt over my head and dumping my suitcase on the bed. I packed a good selection. I skip the comfortable pants and tops I chose to bake in, and hang up the rest of my outfits. The lemon yellow crop top and maxi skirt jump out at me. Whoever said curvy girls can’t wear crop tops never saw them paired with a high-waisted skirt that leaves a slit of skin between the two. It’s a casual, but sexy combination. One my sister pulls off on a regular basis. This outfit paired with a crown braid will be super cute.
Super cute for me.
Not some hunky cowboy.
A half hour later, I’ve showered, changed, and reapplied my makeup. My eyes pop with copper eye shadow. And blush highlights my cheekbones.
