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“Santa can suck it.” Blue Farrow kept an eye on the
highway and tried to hit the buttons on the radio to
change the station. She was going to grind her teeth down
to nubs if she had to listen to Christmas songs for another
twelve hours. It was like an IV drip of sugar and spice and it
was making her cranky.
Was she the only one who thought a fat dude hanging
around on your roof was a bit creepy? And why were those
elves so happy in that Harry Connick Jr. song? Rum in the
eggnog, that’s why. Not to mention since when did three
ships ever go pulling straight up to Bethlehem? She wasn’t
aware it was a major port city.
Yep. She was feeling in total harmony with Scrooge.
“Bah, Humbug,” she muttered when her only options on
the radio seemed to be all Christmas all the time or pounding
Blue had never been a big fan of Christmas, never having
experienced a normal one in her childhood since her flaky
mother (yes, flaky considering she’d named her daughter
after a color) had done Christmas experimental style every
year, never the same way twice, disregarding any of her
daughter’s requests. The trend on feeling tacked onto her
parents’ Christmas had continued into Blue’s adulthood, and this year she had been determined to have a great holiday
all on her terms, booking herself on a cruise with her
two equally single friends. She had turned down her
mother’s invitation to spend the holiday with an indigenous
South American tribe and her father’s request to join him
with his barely legal wife and their baby girl, and instead
she was going to sip cocktails in a bikini.
The road in front of her was barely visible, the snow crashing
down with pounding determination, the highway slick
and ominous, the hours ticking by as Blue barely made
progress in the treacherous conditions. Planning to drive to
Miami from Ohio instead of flying had been a financial decision
and would give Blue the chance to make a pit stop in
Tennessee and visit her old friend from high school, but the
only thing heading south at the moment was her vacation. It
was Christmas Eve, her cruise ship departed in twenty hours,
and she’d only made a hundred miles in six hours, the blizzard
swirling around her mocking the brilliance of her plan
as she drove through the middle of nowhere Kentucky.
She was going to have to stop in Lexington and see if she
could catch a flight to Miami, screw the cost. Not that
planes would be taking off in this weather, but maybe by
morning. If she flew out first thing, she could be in Florida
in plenty of time for her four o’clock sail time. All she had
to do was make it to Lexington without losing her sanity
from being pummeled with schmaltzy Christmas carols or
without losing control of her car in the snow.
When she leaned over and hit the radio again and found
the Rolling Stones she nearly wept in gratitude. Classic rock
she could handle.
But not her car. As the highway unexpectedly curved and
dipped, she fishtailed in the thick snow.
Blue only managed a weak, “Oh, crap,” before she
gripped the hell out of the wheel and slid sideways down
the pavement, wanting to scream, but unable to make a
She was going to die.
If there hadn’t been anyone else on the road, she might
have managed to regain control. But there was no stopping
the impact when she swung into the lane next to her, right
in the path of an SUV. She wasn’t the only idiot on the road
and now they were going to die together.
Blue closed her eyes and hoped there were bikinis and
margaritas in the afterlife.
Santa was the man. Christian Dawes sang along to the
radio at the top of his lungs, the song reminding him of his
childhood, when he had listened carefully on Christmas Eve
for the telltale sound of reindeer paws. Tossing the trail mix
out for the reindeer to chomp on, putting the cookies on a
plate for Santa, the magic and wonder and awe of waking up
to a ton of presents, those were some of his best memories.
Someday when he had his own kids, he’d create all of
those special moments for them, but right now Christian
was content to play awesome uncle, arriving on Christmas
Eve loaded down with presents for all his nieces and
nephews. His trunk was stuffed with spoils, and he’d brought
enough candy to earn glares from his two sisters and potentially
make someone sick. But it wasn’t Christmas until a
kid stuffed his face with candy then hurled after a session
on the sit and spin. That’s what home videos and infamous
family stories were made of.
Unfortunately the lousy weather was slowing him down
on his drive from Cincinnati to Lexington. He’d left work
later than he’d intended anyway, then by the time he’d hit
Kentucky, he’d been forced down to thirty miles an hour because
apparently the road crews had taken the holiday off
and had decided not to plow. He hoped his family wasn’t
holding up dinner for him at his parents’ house.
If he wasn’t gripping the steering wheel so hard he would
call someone and let them know he still had a couple of
hours ahead of him, but he had no intention of reaching for
his phone. A glance to the right showed a car next to him,
but other than that, he could barely see the road in front of
him. He needed Santa to dip down and give him a lift in his
sleigh or it was going to be midnight before he arrived.
What he didn’t need was a car accident.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the car next to him slide,
spinning out so fast that Christian only had time to swear
and tap his brakes before he hit the car with a crunch and
they went careening towards the guardrail. When his SUV
stopped moving a few seconds later, despite his efforts to
turn the skid, he had the other car pinned against the railing.
“Shit!” Christian turned off his car and leaped out, almost
taking a header in the thick snow, but terrified that
he’d injured someone. “Are you okay?” he asked, yelling
through the howling snow as he peered into the driver’s side
The major impact of his SUV’s front end had been in the
backseat and trunk, so he hoped if there was an injury it
wasn’t serious. But with the snow smacking him in the face
and the window plastered with wet flakes, he couldn’t really
He knocked on the glass and when it started to slide
down, he sighed in relief.
“Are you okay?” he said again now that the person in
front of him could hear him.
“Are you okay?” she said simultaneously.
And Christian became aware that he was staring at the
most strikingly beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his whole