It was a cheerful wintertime sound that made her think of bulging stockings and glittery gift wrap. Of course, it also made her anticipate the schnapps-spiked cocoa awaiting them later. Cutting down Christmas trees with the cast was one of her favorite holiday traditions. Trudging beside her, however, Jack looked more like a man on his way to an execution. Well, a very sexy lumberjack on his way to an execution. She couldn’t overlook how carrying an axe on his shoulder transformed him from city slicker bad boy to rugged outdoorsman. That and the fact that he’d temporarily ditched his leather duster. One of the cast members had loaned him a parka for the expedition. Topping off jeans and a flannel shirt over a turtleneck, Jack looked as Minnesota native as everyone else. Bottom line, though, it didn’t matter what he wore. One look at Jack Whittaker set her heart pumping triple time. Even more so now that she’d seen him with his shirt off. Sure, she’d seen him like that before.
