Didi Lawson exchanged her town car for a pick-up truck and learned to operate a tractor when she and her husband moved from Arizona to a farm in Missouri where she now weaves her tales. Her love for writing started early in life when she entertained her friends with her stories, won prizes for he essays in high school and wrote road shows and poems for the youth group in her church. She enjoys the outdoors, her children and ten grandchildren, and keeps an active social calendar.
Erin O’Neal loves Christmas, except not this year because she’ll be all alone for the holidays. To make matters worse, she receives a dog as an early Christmas present, but cannot keep it. The man who delivers the dog is the snob who has embarrassed her in public a few days ago.
When the snob, a handsome veterinarian, injures his ankle and needs someone to drive him home to Prescott for the holidays, Erin is available. Getting to know him better, she falls in love with him. There are only two obstacles: his girlfriend and her own dog phobia.
“May I have this dance, Erin?” he asked.
She could only nod. Speech was impossible as a lump had formed in her throat. After a few steps, she asked, “Should you be dancing with your injured foot?”
“I’m wearing a brace,” he said and then he grinned. “Besides, I can lean on my dance partner.”
The guests had formed a circle around the dance floor as more couples joined.
Erin’s hand felt cold at first but warmed quickly in his firm grasp. With his right arm around her waist, he pulled her close, resting his chin on top of her head.
“Relax,” he mumbled, “you’re doing great.”
Relax, he says. How can I relax feeling the way I do and knowing it’s all for nothing?
“Did you say something?”
He drew her in even closer, so close that she could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of her dress. She tried to lean back to keep some distance but finally gave up and rested her head on his shoulder.
“That’s better,” he said with a smile in his voice, tightening his hold around her waist.