It Happened One Christmas

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Six years ago, their holiday affair changed Ross and Cassie forever. Now…is it possible fate is giving them a second chance? Photographing kids at a Christmas party, Cassie Fleming is shocked to come face to face with Ross Marshall—the man she fell head-over-heels for one snowy holiday season. They haven't seen each other in six years but she's never forgotten him. Ross Marshall has never gotten over Cassie. He had to let her go once but now things are different and he won't make the same mistake again. Trapped in a high rise because of a holiday blizzard, Cassie and Ross are ready to face what really happened between them—how they felt, why they parted—and find out where they might go from here. Because sometimes magic can really recreate itself…and perhaps this Christmas Day will be only the beginning and not the end! *** “Forget the electric knife,” he said, intruding on her musings, the carpenter in him shuddering at the thought. “They’re not made for cutting anything other than meat.” The girl swung her head up to look at him, her eyes rounding in shock and her mouth dropping open. Big brown eyes. Full, pink-lipped mouth. Then there was the perfect, heart-shaped face. And oh, that hair. Thick and shining, with soft brown waves that framed her face, and a silky waterfall that tumbled well down her back. There wasn’t a guy alive who wouldn’t imagine all that hair being the only thing wrapped around her naked body; well, except for his own naked body. He stared, unable to do anything else. She’d been pretty from across the room. Up close, she was beautiful enough to make his heart forget it was supposed to beat. “Excuse me?” she said, shaking her head lightly as if she couldn’t figure out what was happening. “What did you say?” He cleared his throat. “I said, you need to use the right tool for the job. Electric knives are for cutting meat. Now what is it you were thinking about cutting through?” “Meat,” she replied, then quickly clamped her lips shut. He laughed, admiring her quick wit. “Beef or pork?” “I’d say pork loin,” she replied, her mouth twisting a bit. “But I was joking. I definitely don’t need to cut any meat.” “I figured,” he said. Without waiting for an invitation, he walked around the table and sat in the vacant chair, facing her. He told himself it was because he’d promised her friend he’d offer her some construction advice. In truth, he just wanted to look at her a little more. Hear her voice. See whether she had a personality to go with the looks. Most guys his age probably wouldn’t care. Ross, though, did. He might be young, but he wasn’t inexperienced. And he’d learned very early on that a pretty face and smoking-hot body were enough before hitting the sheets. But after that, if there wasn’t a great sense of humor, big heart and a brain to go along with the sexiness, he just couldn’t stay interested. Some of his old college buddies used to joke about being happy with tits-on-a-stick. Ross preferred a real woman, from top to bottom. She seemed like she had a brain. Right now, though, he was wondering about that whole personality thing. Because she just kept staring at him, her face turning pink, as if she didn’t know what to say. Or she was embarrassed. Hmm. So maybe this wasn’t about some mystery project. Because the way she was blushing made him suspect she’d had something wicked on her mind. More interesting by the minute.