Christmas Specials ✔ [Completed]

It All Started on Christmas Eve

With hot cocoa in one hand and a rolling carry-on-suitcase in the other, Sara Rolland maneuver through the crowded airport, full of rushing travelers wanting to get to their destinations. An airport crowded with irritated people wasn't what Sara had in mind for a cold Christmas Eve day. She wanted to be curled up in bed with a man of her own---preferably naked.

The Christmas season was never her thing. But being in Mistletoe Grove for Christmas every year was super important. Her mom died four years ago and her dad moved to Mistletoe Grove days after her funeral. He'd told her that the city life had gotten too much for him. Of course, she didn't want him to be alone for the holidays. She was already running late. She was supposed to be in Mistletoe Grove since the day before, but her boss promised her a Christmas bonus today. Sara had stayed back and regretted it ever since. Her boss had given her a teacup as the bonus. Meanie!

Hot cocoa. Determined smile. Sara knew she could do this. I can do this. I can so do this. She needed to get on the plane. As she walked to the counter she saw the reader board blinking. They'd canceled her flight. Crap. Shit. Shit-face. Sara looked at the woman behind the counter and smiled, to stay calm and not lose her shit.

"Are you sure it's canceled?" she asked, knowing how important spending Christmas with her dad was. The woman smiled as if she thought she was stupid or an idiot.

"Yes, Ma'am. They have canceled the flight. Which is why it says so."

Shit! "Is there another flight I can take? It's Christmas Eve and I need---"

'Yes, Ma'am, I know it's Christmas Eve."

Sara tucked a loose strand of her black hair behind her ears, mustering all the strength--- so she didn't lose her mind every time the woman called her ma'am. Hell, she was only twenty-five and still in her prime.

The woman sighed and dashed her fingers quickly across the keyboard. "The best I can do is get you on the flight leaving in ten hours, it has a layover, but you'll get to Mistletoe Grove before five tomorrow morning."

"Ten hours?" What the hell? That meant she wouldn't get to her dad's place until Christmas morning. Great. Just great.

"Thank you," she told the woman. "And Happy Holidays."

Sara tossed her empty cup into the trash and decided to wait for the next flight. And then she ran into a man's chest. Ouch!

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What a fricking nightmare.

Mason Wells ran a hand over his trimmed beard. He had reached out to his best friend James, a week before, asking him to spend the holidays with him and his family. Even that had been hard for him to do. He was tired of spending the Christmas Holidays alone.

Standing in this crowded airport, reading that his flight had been canceled was just what he needed to back out on the whole ordeal. But then, he would have to deal with the guys at the bar he worked. They'd all claimed he was living a life of a recluse. They'd also took every opportunity there is to stick every single woman they found on him. He wanted to laugh at the situation. Something interrupted his thoughts when a soft body collided with him.

Mason watched as the tiny woman righted herself and let out a string of curses that would have made a Nun blush. She had long, straight black hair down to her waist. The cutest nose ever; small and dusted with tiny freckles. Her almond-shaped eyes zeroed in on him. Those baby blues did things to his heart.

As her eyes roved over his face, his heart seemed to tighten more in his chest. She was beautiful; just the woman he needed. Santa must have answered his prayers. This was his opportunity for a joyful Christmas. No way was he letting this woman slip through his fingers.

"Mister!" a high-pitched voice penetrated his mind. What the hell?

"What the hell's wrong with you? I've been talking to you over a minute now," the tiny woman said, glaring at him.

He wanted to laugh, but he refrained. She looked adorable with her nose turned up and her hands on her hips. He cleared his throat. "I'm Mason Wells. Nice to meet you."

Her eyes widened for a moment. "What?"

"I said my name is-- "

She rolled her eyes. "I heard what you said, but aren't you going to apologize for blocking my path? I could have broken my nose or something."

Mason couldn't help it; he burst out laughing. And that was something he rarely did. All it took was one slip of a woman to make him laugh.

Well fuck me in the armpit; The man had the sexiest laugh ever. It sent tingles down her spine. Sara's mind wandered back to her checklist---wish list for her 'perfect man.'

And this man sure had almost everything she needed in a man. Tall and broad-shouldered; he would have to turn sideways to fit through most doorways. Neatly trimmed beard----Bingo. She'd always loved a man with a beard. His dark brown hair was messy which went well with his square jaw and his chocolate brown eyes. Yum! Gawd!

What would he think of her if she asked him to spend the night with her? To hell with it. She had to get this sexy man into her bed tonight. Santa Claus had sent her gift a day early, and she had no intention of sending it back without unwrapping it first.

"Sorry, forgive me," he said.

"It's okay," she replied. "I'm Sara---Sara Rolland. It's nice to meet you, Mason Wells." She smiled nervously.

His eyes traveled down the length of her body and Sara flushed under his scrutiny. Gawd! The man was sexy. She felt hot all over. Something warm was suspiciously pooling in her---"

"It is," he said, cutting off her wicked thoughts.

"So, Sara Rolland, what are you going to do, now that our flight has been canceled?"