Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
Cara Colter

Back at the Christmas tree farm… Hanna Merrifield’s childhood family home was once where everyone came to buy their Christmas trees on snowy evenings. Now Hanna has returned to save the farm… Standing in her way is blast-from-the-past Sam Chisholm. Hanna’s first crush might have swapped his leathers for a well-cut suit, but he’s as irresistible as ever—and he wants to buy her farm! Sparks still fly between the rebel and the good girl, but as they work together to turn the business around, something magical happens under the mistletoe…

“So …” He took her cue and changed the subject, all business. “A real tree fetches a pretty good price in the city?”

Hanna nodded. “A king’s ransom. Mistletoe is even more dear.”

Oh, gee, did she have to bring up mistletoe? Around him, of all people?

“Oh, I know mistletoe is pricey,” he said. “I bought some once.”

“You have never bought a tree but you bought mistletoe?” Crazy to be curious, but she was. “Why?”

He looked off into the distance. “I think I had this cheesy idea that if I carried it around in my pocket I could haul it out and hold it over my head and collect lots of free Christmas kisses.”

She felt a shiver along her spine at the thought of meeting Sam Chisholm under the mistletoe.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

Cara Colter

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CARA COLTER lives in British Columbia with her partner, Rob, and eleven horses. She has three grown children and a grandson. She is the recent recipient of an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in the ‘Love and Laughter’ category. Cara loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her or learn more about her through her website: www.cara-colter.com (http://www.cara-colter.com).

To all my incredible new friends in New Zealand: the Browns, the Burtons, the Emmersons, the Pilkingtons and the Kalinowskis. Thank you. Your genuine kindness and generosity humbles and amazes.

Contents

Cover (#u5dae9a3a-0576-5823-9f23-3f95d4421ed0)

Introduction (#u9c0b3c8a-03bf-521b-a836-5576ed4f8cc9)

Title Page (#u97c1a8fb-ddda-50b4-ab29-7cfc0f3d9556)

About the Author (#u9093fc4a-fd84-5172-b395-1833575cf87b)

Dedication (#uc82e4922-41ff-549c-b647-e49c559ff7b9)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_2906c8fe-7c8b-58d1-b1e0-24e27a6c3aec)

“I QUIT!”

Hanna Merrifield held the phone away from her ear, and then tucked it in close again so her coworkers at the upscale accounting firm of Banks and Banks would not be disturbed by the loud, belligerent voice of her caller.

“Now, now, Mr. Dewey,” she said, her tone conciliatory, “you can’t just quit.”

“Can’t?” Mr. Dewey shouted, outraged. “Can’t?”

“It’s just that,” Hanna said soothingly, resisting the temptation to hold the phone away again, “you would be leaving me in quite a pinch.” Her eyes slid to her desktop calendar. “It’s November thirtieth. Christmas is only weeks away.”

“Hang Christmas.”

That sentiment expressed how she had felt herself a million times or so. Hanna closed her eyes against the work, piled in neat stacks on her desk, each screaming its urgent deadline. Not now, she wanted to shout at Mr. Dewey, the manager of Christmas Valley Farm.

The farm had been in her family since the late 1800s. But Hanna had become the sole, and reluctant, owner of it upon the death of her mother six months ago.

Christmas Valley Farm. The place that she never wanted to go back to.