A lifetime later, Rebecca hated Christmas. Hated the tiny white rental car sheâ€™d had to settle for. Hated, hated, hated snow. It was blowing hard, coming at her in waves it seemed, as she gripped the steering wheel for dear life and stared in what she hoped was the direction the road was headed. She wished now that when sheâ€™d exited the Interstate eons ago, she had just pulled up to the entryway of a friendly motel and asked for a room.
|Small Town Romance & Recipe Sampler by Magdalena Scott|