Free Holiday Wedding by Robyn Neeley Page B

window. If this plan to remind Drew of everything he missed didn’t work, her Prince Charming could be sharing a room with the evil Olivia soon.
    She moved to the window. Not going to happen. At least, not without a fight.
    Pulling the soft pine green drapes back, her gaze focused in on the twinkling lights high above her. If that was the mountaintop, they must be at the foot of the mountain. She bet in the daylight this room had a beautiful view.
    Spinning around, she took a few minutes to freshen up in the adjoining bathroom, deliberately applying the vanilla-scented perfume that once upon a time drove her prince crazy. She gave herself a few extra spritzes for good luck and headed back downstairs.
    Her breath hitched as she watched Drew talking on the phone. He’d chosen comfort, having changed into gray sweatpants and a blue V-neck sweater, but not just any sweater. She’d bought it for him two years ago, loving how it made his gorgeous blue eyes pop.
    He glanced up. “You still like mushrooms on your pizza?”
    She nodded.
    “Half onions and half mushrooms. That’s fine. Thank you.” He clicked off his phone. “It will be here in an hour. Turning to the fireplace mantel, he picked up a full wine glass, handing it to her. “To planning Luke’s and Kate’s wedding.”
    “Cheers.” She clinked her rim with his and took a sip. “Wow. That’s delicious.” Setting her wine on a glass coffee table, she adjusted her ponytail. They had a tree to trim. “Shall we get started?”
    “Get started?” He sipped his wine with a more than flirtatious glint in his eye.
    “Decorating the tree,” she said coyly.
    He set his glass down next to hers. “Might as well get this over with. I’ve got work to do tonight.”
    And just like that the flirting was over. “So do I.” She pulled open the box and began to take the decorations out. It wasn’t the first time they’d decorated a Christmas tree together, but would it be their last? “Why don’t you string the lights, and I’ll unpack and separate all the ornaments?”
    “Sure.” He reached inside, pulling out the strand of multicolored lights. “You always made me do this part.”
    “It’s because you’re taller.”
    “And a sucker for a pretty face.”
    She smiled and turned to face the tree.
Flirting back on!
“Remember the tree we bought for our first apartment?”
    “The Charlie Brown one? I was just thinking about that tree yesterday. It was pathetic.”
    “It was cute,” she said, rolling her eyes, while her inside did a little jig delighted that he’d thought about their first tree.
    “Lauren, it barely had any branches and was more brown than green.”
    “I felt sorry for it. You know, if we didn’t take it, it would have ended up—”
    “As fire kindle.” He chuckled. “Speaking of. Are you warm enough in here?”
    Oh, boy was she, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the cabin.
“I’m fine.”
She
reached for her wine. “This is keeping me warm. Luke has good taste.”
    “I’ll make sure we get some firewood tomorrow so we can get that fireplace blazing.”
    Enjoying a decorated tree by a crackling fire sounded like the perfect way to spend their second evening in Snow Frost Mountain. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.
    Drew sat down on the white bearskin rug in front of the fireplace and began to unravel the lights. “So what’s it been like working for my brother at headquarters?”
    You mean with the man that looks exactly like the guy I’ve loved all my life?
“It’s been great.” Although she’d wanted to murder him earlier in the week for the mandatory Santa’s Village stint. Drew would probably get a kick out of the getup she was forced to wear. “Other than making me dress like an e—”
    His phone buzzed from the coffee table where he’d left it. “Oh, I should take this.” He scrambled to his feet. “Hi, Olivia.” Lauren continued to unpack the decorations, trying not to eavesdrop.
    Was