Page 3 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“I had to mail out some Christmas gifts.”
I nod and take another sip of my water.
My phone dings with an email, and I pull it out, then regret it.I go to put my phone away when Cole stops me.
“What’s up?”
I glare at him.“Nosey.”
He grins.“Let me see.”
Before I can stop him, he grabs my phone and reads the email.His eyebrows raise.
I shift uncomfortably.“What?”
“This is a lot.Did you know you have to do all this?”
“All what?”
He passes my phone back, waiting while I read the email.My face heats with a fierce blush, and tears sting my eyes.I hate this.I hate feeling so self-conscious.
“Hey,” Cole says gently.“What’s wrong?”
I lick my lips and peek up at him.“I’m dyslexic,” I mumble.“It takes me a while to read stuff sometimes.”
“Oh.Here.”
He plucks my phone from my fingers again and reads the email to me.“The booth should be winter or holiday-themed and kid-friendly.There should be a game/prize of some sort.Attached is a list of ideas.Feel free to pass out candy, other treats, or swag.”
He looks up at me.I nod, and he continues.
“Then there’s a paragraph from your boss that says they want to pass out brochures and pens, but you’re free to include anything else.He also wants to know if you can work the booth on December 22nd.He says you’ll have a helper, and he’ll ask around at work for volunteers.”
Cole returns my phone.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“No problem.”
The server arrives with our food, and as we dig in, my eyes stray to Cole’s meal.
He smiles as I lick my lips.“Halfsies?”
“What?”
“Trade me half of your BLT for half of my burger.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that?—”
He’s already cutting his burger in half and passing it to me.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
“You should’ve ordered both,” he says before biting into his burger.
“I didn’t get to that part of the menu,” I admit.
He pauses as he realizes why.“What are you going to do for the booth?”He asks, changing the subject.
