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Stranded:
A Christmas Story
    Vicki Blue
© 2011 by Blushing Books and Vicki Blue

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Stranded: A Christmas Story
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    Chapter One
    “Kids dreaming of a White Christmas may just get their wish this year. Snow is expected from Middleburg all the way up to Elk Creek, so anyone making travel plans should keep an eye on the weather…”
    The announcer’s voice droned on as Lydia St. Clair half-listened to the warnings. She was too busy packing her suitcase to pay full attention. There were three pairs of boots laying on the bed. She wanted to take them all; boots flattered her shapely legs and she wanted to knock Paul Reeve’s eyes out of his head when he got his first look at her in almost two years. She smiled as she imagined him saying, “Lydia? Is that you? Wow…”
    Her dramatic weight loss and renewed attention to her appearance had turned her from a frumpy blob who could never turn the head of her long-time crush into a knockout who had acquired a collection of phone numbers from men - even strangers who took the time to chat her up at the gas station.
    Lydia’s confidence had bloomed into an inflated ego, and she found herself regularly comparing herself to other women and passing over potential dates as unworthy. There was only one guy she wanted to go out with - Paul. The handsome rugby star back home would be her Prize, her reward to herself for becoming someone new, someone no man could resist.
    The phone rang as she was trying to jam the boots into her suitcase.
    “Hello!” she said irritably.
    “Honey, it’s Mom. Have you been keeping an eye on the weather reports?”
    Lydia glanced up at the television suspended from the corner in her bedroom. The radar showed a large swath of blue, pink and white coming down through the mountains.
    “Yes, Mom,” Lydia said in the exasperated tone she used to suggest that her mother was needlessly worrying.

“Honey, they say this might develop into a blizzard.”
    “They’re exaggerating, Mom.” Lydia closed the lid of the suitcase, cradling the phone on her shoulder as she struggled to latch it. “That’s how these networks get you to watch them, by reporting all this doom and gloom.”
    “Sweetie, they can’t doctor a radar, and the one I’m looking at…”
    Lydia snapped the second latch and cut her mother off. “Mom, you’re in Maine. I’m in Colorado, OK? You’re seeing the big picture but the local radar here shows this as a slow moving system and I’ll have no problem getting to the airport.”
    “But the pass…”
    “Is still passable. And if it wasn’t then I’d tell you. It’s fine. They haven’t even mentioned closing it. I’ll call you from the airport.”
    Lydia hung up, not feeling a bit of guilt for having just lied to her mother. The crawl on the screen clearly stated that One Horse Pass would likely be closed to traffic. But Lydia wasn’t going to let that stop her. She had tire chains on her