Free Sleigh Bells in the Snow by Sarah Morgan Page A

without any of the cold.”
    “That was the idea.”
    “It’s magical.” Forgetting she was wet and shivering, Kayla walked across the wooden floor, taking in all the tiny details from the basket of roughly chopped logs next to the flickering fire, to the twist of delicate lights that hung from rafters to floor turning the space into the equivalent of a fairy grotto.
    Soft, deep-cushioned sofas in a deep shade of green faced each other across a rug. Tall bookshelves made from reclaimed wood lined one wall of the cabin.
    It was a mixture of sumptuous luxury and cozy homeliness.
    “Couples,” Kayla muttered under her breath, pacing toward what she assumed was the master bedroom while Jackson stood in the center of the room, thumbs tucked into his jeans as he watched her. “It’s romantic. This place has to be all about couples.”
    And that suspicion was confirmed when she opened the door to the bedroom and saw the large log bed dressed in colors of the forest. Deep greens blended with cream and hints of silver that shone like light reflecting off crystal. Glass doors opened onto the wide deck, and she smiled as she saw the hot tub.
    “Definitely couples.”
    “That’s how I planned it, but we don’t seem to be attracting that segment of the market.”
    “Then it’s because they don’t know about it. But they will.”
    He leaned against the door frame. “You’re confident.”
    “I know my job.” Kayla strolled to the glass doors and looked out onto the deck. “If you were staying here you could lie in the hot tub, stare into the snowy forest and watch the wildlife on the lake.” She could imagine that all too easily, imagine it with him, and imagining it brought the color rushing into her cheeks. “How private is it? Do people walk past here?”
    “No. Hence the gate at the end of the path. I wanted each property to be secluded.”
    “So you could lie naked in the hot tub.” She murmured the words to herself, thinking aloud and then realized what she’d said and felt the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
    “Yes.” He spoke slowly and there was a rough note to his voice that made her stomach flip and heat rush across her skin. “You could.”
    “Give me some time to think about it. I’ll come back to you with some ideas as soon as I have something worth sharing.” She could feel him watching her and knew that if she turned her head, the look they’d share would be more than a casual glance.
    She kept her gaze fixed on the forest, feeling as if her body were on fire.
    “I’ll pick you up from here at six.” His voice was husky. “That should give you time to unpack and settle in before you meet the rest of the family.”
    “I can walk. It will give me a feel for the place.” And time to refocus. And maybe roll naked in the snow to cool herself down. “I’ll put my boots to dry. They’ll be fine.”
    “Those are the same boots you were wearing when you slipped and almost knocked yourself unconscious?” They strolled back into the living area and Jackson reached for his jacket. “About tonight’s meeting—” He shrugged on the jacket and zipped it. “It’s not going to be easy.”
    “I do this for a living. It won’t be a problem.”
    It was Jackson who worried her, not the prospect of meeting his family and talking business.
    Why would it? She’d handled skeptical CEOs who thought PR was a waste of money. She could handle his grandfather with her eyes shut.
    And once she’d done that, she’d be spending a whole week in a luxury log cabin with work, a stack of books and DVDs.
    What more could a Santa-hating workaholic ask for?

CHAPTER FOUR
    “ S O DID S UPERWOMAN ARRIVE ?” Tyler strolled across his brother’s kitchen and snagged a beer from the fridge. “I thought she might turn around and fly straight back to New York once she found out what she was dealing with.”
    “She doesn’t know what she’s dealing with, but she soon will. With luck all the flights will be