Ginny Baird’s
The Christmas Cookie Shop


SNEAK PEEK 1

Carter wondered what someone so young and pretty was doing in this neck of the woods. Christmas Town, Tennessee. Population: thirty-one hundred. And, most of those thirty-one hundred were over the age of sixty, which was probably why Carter couldn’t take his eyes off the striking brunette with warm brown eyes. Wispy raven tresses tumbled out from beneath a colorful knitted cap, framing her creamy complexion and lightly grazing her chin. She turned her eyes back on his and Carter’s heart stuttered. What was wrong with his ticker today? When he’d first laid eyes on her, it had skipped a beat. Now, it was slamming like a jackhammer. He pounded his chest with a fist to set it right before asking, “Long drive?”

She shook out her map and folded it, setting it aside. “I came here from Stafford, Virginia. Near Washington, DC.”

“Wow. What did that take you? Seven or eight hours, I’d guess?”

“Could have been less without the weather.”

“I’ll bet.” A blast of cold air roared through the lowered window and the woman shivered, gripping her arms by the elbows of her tattered pea coat. “My apologies,” Carter said, embarrassed by his attempts to detain her. “Here I am keeping you, when what you asked for was help in getting under way.”

“That’s all right.” Her pretty mouth drew up in a smile and heat warmed the back of his neck. “I’m new in town so I don’t have many friends yet.” The kittens mewed again. “Apart from those two,” she said with a laugh.

“Then you’re in for a treat. Everyone knows everyone in Christmas Town. It’s a very friendly place.”

Mirth sparked in her eyes as she lowered her window even further and stuck out her hand. “I’m Hannah, by the way. Hannah Winchester. It’s nice to meet you, Sheriff.”

“Call me Carter, please.” He latched onto her worn leather glove, thinking it felt warm and feminine in his calloused hand. Apart from patrolling, Carter did a whole lot of handyman work around town. All pro bono stuff to help the locals. Gave him something to do, since he’d only written one traffic ticket all year. Even then, he’d ultimately let the guy off with a warning.

“Staying in Christmas Town long?” He tried to downplay the hopefulness in his voice, but he wasn’t completely successful.

She blushed and withdrew her hand. “Just passing through. I’ve rented a place for a month. But I might stay two, depending.”

Carter scolded himself for nearly hitting on the woman. But nearly wasn’t doing. Nearly only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades…

Copyright © 2016 Ginny Baird

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