Mistletoe and Mr. Right (Moose Springs, Alaska #2) - Sarah Morgenthaler Page 0,5

in his low, rich voice.

She’d never been able to decide if he was quiet or shy or maybe both. But the fact that he’d noticed she was gone somehow warmed her far more than the coffee cups she was balancing.

Considering how much Lana traveled for the family business, she wasn’t used to people missing her.

“I had to meet with my general contractor. We start construction on the condos soon.”

Rick nodded, glancing at the coffee in his hands.

Lana liked how his hands were strong and how his fingers—callused from work—wrapped around his coffee cup. She liked his broad shoulders and the way his jeans were worn from use, not styled to look that way. The flannel-lined hoodie he wore reminded her of the woods and being warm and Christmastime. Back when she was young enough to believe Christmas was reindeers and mistletoe and lists to Santa, not emotionally charged dinners with an extended family more interested in profit margins and expensive cocktails than truly enjoying one another’s company.

They hesitated, an awkward moment when Lana wasn’t sure what to say and Rick stood there saying nothing. Then of course they spoke at the exact same time.

“Are you—?”

“Do you—?”

A flush reddened his face beneath the scruffy beard. “Sorry. You first.”

He looked so cute, shifting on his feet.

“I was going to ask if you’re ready for Christmas. The presents, the tree, all that stuff.”

A soft snort was his answer. “It’s not really my holiday,” Rick said. “Are you staying around?”

He sounded almost hopeful. Lana wasn’t a blusher, but something about the way he was looking at her made her cheeks heat. “I was hoping to.”

A group of small children singing Christmas carols in their best Chipmunks impersonations came past, and Lana couldn’t help smiling at their cheerfulness. She looked up and saw Rick smiling too.

“Not your holiday?” she asked teasingly.

“I like seeing the kids enjoying themselves.” Rick shrugged, then he said, “I suppose this is all for them anyway.”

“No fun for the adults?”

Hmm. That hadn’t come out the way she meant it.

Rick ran a hand over the back of his neck, then he muttered under his breath, “Not this one.”

A loud clearing of a throat pulled their attention to the stage and the tired-looking officer standing on it. Jonah wasn’t the mayor—as far as Lana was aware, there was no mayor—and the members of the town council all collectively slouched in their seats, refusing to meet Jonah’s eye. Which left their poor overworked police officer to deal with running the meeting alone, like he dealt with protecting the town alone. Jonah was going to need some backup if her condominiums brought more residents permanently to Moose Springs.

Rick followed her line of sight as she frowned at the police officer.

“Not a fan of Jonah?” Rick asked. The man was perceptive.

“Actually, I like him a lot,” Lana said. “I’d like him even more if he weren’t stretched thin enough to see through. I’m hoping to talk the new mayor into giving him a little help.”

“We don’t have a mayor.” Rick’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I suppose I could always run.”

She’d meant it as a joke, but the look of horror on his face almost managed to hurt her feelings. Then abruptly, he chuckled.

“You’d be good at it.” Those greener-than-normal hazel eyes crinkled with amusement. “Better than I was.”

A compliment from him felt like a warm brownie and a mug of hot tea in front of a fireplace. She basked shamelessly in the pleasure of it. Then suddenly, what Rick had said registered.

“Wait, you were mayor?” Too bad Rick wasn’t the mayor now. Lana could only imagine how much easier her life would be.

“Only for a month, a few years back. We all took a turn, and none of us wanted anything to do with it. This town is a pain in the ass.”

Lana couldn’t help her laugh.

“L, you can flirt later,” Graham called from their seats on the other side of the barn. “Rick, be careful, buddy—she’s a piranha in sheep’s clothing.”

“Pariah, dearest,” Lana replied.

She turned back to Rick and saw a deeper flush had reddened his face. Rick opened his mouth as if to continue the conversation like a normal human being, then promptly shut it again. He glanced down at his coffee cup, clearing his throat.

Lana knew she made him nervous, and while it wasn’t a first for her, she wished that Rick found her more approachable. It was nice having someone to talk to. Feeling as if perhaps she’d overstayed her welcome, Lana