Page 8 of Her Cowboy Christmas
Yawning, I plug my phone in and get ready for bed.I take a shower, smiling as I think about seeing Blair tomorrow.
I’m excited to spend so much time with my girl, and I know that if I play this right, I might just get what I want most this Christmas.
My curvy little ice princess.
THREE
Blair
“Want to grab some dinner?”Larsen asks as we close up at the bank, counting our register drawers and making sure everything is locked up tight.
“I can’t.I have plans.”
“Plans?”she asks in surprise.
My cheeks heat.“I’m handling the bank’s booth for the Winter Festival, so I’m working on that tonight.”
“Want some help?”
“I already have some.Cole is helping me.”
“Cole?”she exclaims.
We both wince, looking around to see if anyone else in the bank heard her.They’re all in the back, so we’re safe.
“Cole?”she repeats in a whisper-hiss.“The sexy farmer?”
“I don’t think he’s a farmer.He owns a ranch,” I clarify.
Larsen waves me off.“Tomatoes, tomahtoes.”She sidles closer.“When did that happen?”
“Last night.Roger called me about taking over the booth.”
“No, silly!I mean you and Cole.”
“Oh, last night too.”
“How?I want details!”
“We were eating at the diner.”
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he ask you out?”
“No, it was busy, and so he asked to sit with me.”
“Then what happened?”
“Roger called, I told Cole about the booth, and he offered to help.”
“You’re so good at telling stories.I feel like I was really there, ya know?”she teases.
I laugh.“It wasn’t that exciting.He’ll help me with the booth today, and that will be it.”
“I doubt that,” she mumbles.
