When he’d called Carrie half an hour before and she asked if he could meet her here, a million questions had been on the tip of his tongue, but he’d kept quiet. He hoped she didn’t plan on taking him up on his offer of skating when they were due at the doctor’s office in a while. Spinning around on his ass and making a fool of himself had been an option to make her laugh, not to turn up at Kev’s battered and bruised and have his friend rib him for the next fortnight. He glanced toward the rink, lit up like Santa’s grotto, and smiled. He could just imagine what Carrie would look like trussed up in that fur-collared coat of hers, her hair loose and sexy down her back and donning professional and very white skates. Yep, the image was pretty damn beautiful. The trouble niggling him was he wanted to see her there in the spring, summer and autumn too but couldn’t expect her to up and leave her job and move Belle from the only home the kid had ever known.
What do You think about Christmas At The Cove (2014)?
