ISAAC MACALLISTER'S life revolves around building his business and doing his best to give his daughter Sara a strong sense of family. Over the years he's had to learn how to keep their little family together on his own, but this Christmas Isaac is g...
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Isaac stood on the porch of Cabin #3 holding the second plate of breakfast. Well, that was interesting. A woman who wears porn star elf PJs and blushes like a schoolgirl. With a grin, he wondered what colour she would go when she looked in the mirror and realized just how crazy her hair was.
Not that he was complaining. Her riot of curls appealed to him. He wondered if her temper matched the red-headed stereotype. And the freckles. Lord, he'd always had a weakness for those.
Isaac walked slowly up the path back to his place, part of his brain cataloguing the work that still needed to be done on the property while the rest was still distracted by the freckles in Cabin #3.
Jenna had made the reservation by phone, and he had assumed that because she booked the cabin he called the honeymoon suite, she wasn't going to be alone.
He'd distinctly heard "no boyfriend" in the conversation they'd just had. But even if there was no boyfriend, it was unprofessional to hit on a guest. There was no way he was going to make a move. No matter how curious he was about what was hidden under those bulky flannel pyjamas.
After all, she was going home in ten days, and he had learned his lesson the hard way about getting involved with people who leave.
That was one lesson he had no intention of learning a second time. No matter how many freckles she had.
Good thing his family was arriving in a couple of days. Not only would they fill the rest of the cabins and rooms in the lodge, but they would also provide a welcome distraction from Jenna and the X-rated thoughts inspired by her PJs.
*
It was official. Jenna sucked at relaxing. After a whopping twenty-four hours of "vacation time," she was going crazy.
A dozen or so hours of post–hot tub and champagne sleep followed by the breakfast provided by the lodge's hunky proprietor had topped up her energy supply. She had cleaned herself up, read a book, and ignored the four calls that had already come in from her brother.
It wasn't even 10 a.m. yet, and she was jumping out of her skin.
What she needed was to get out of the cabin and get some stimulation for her body as well as her brain. Without the distraction of the ever-ringing phone.
This year, there would be no family at all taking part in Jenna's un-Christmas. It was going to be fantastic. She just needed to get used to the whole relaxing thing.
Maybe she could go for a walk in the woods. There was a lot of snow, but it wasn't terribly cold. Close to the ocean on Vancouver Island it rarely went much below freezing. And she did have a nice pair of boots that never got any use in the city.
Jenna put on her boots and bundled up in her jacket and a cozy scarf. Then she silenced her phone—ringing once again—and left it on the table as she closed the door firmly behind her. Relaxing did not include talking to her brother.
