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far—she isn’t a fan of Christmas.” Cole shrugged and
dismantled the tripod.
“From what I’ve gathered, she isn’t big on you either,” Scott teased. “What did you do? Let
me guess, you hit on her already.”
Cole flushed. He couldn’t help it if he came on too strong. He liked her. Smart, sexy and so
far seemingly unattainable, what man wouldn’t be attracted and challenged by her? He reached
into his coat pocket and pulled out the Christmas story about the forgotten elf. “I submitted
this…just to meet her.” He handed the story to Scott.
Scott’s mouth dropped. “This is Amelia’s homework. She’s been looking everywhere for
this. It’s due at school next week.” He punched Cole playfully in the arm.
“Ow…Well, apparently it needs work.” He grinned.
Scott shook his head and sighed. “I’ll go get the girls. Pack it up.”
“Sure thing. Just a couple more.” He peered through the lens and smiled. There was
something about Madison he couldn’t explain, but whatever it was, it made him want to protect
her, make her forget her broken heart and help her past the walls she’d built so high around
herself. He suspected it would be a challenge, but he had three weeks to prove to her not all men
were bad. Maybe he could convince her to give Christmas a second chance as well. Studying her
smiling face from across the room, he grinned. Today was a good first step.

Chapter Three
    Madison opened her laptop and sat on the hotel bed later that evening. She planned to enter
the day’s notes on Scott Thompson and his family and then do some long overdue writing. Her
own manuscripts were neglected, with her hectic work schedule at the magazine. Thankfully,
she’d yet to hear from M and M publishing regarding her recent novel submission. She lacked
the time needed to devote to the editing process.
    She flipped through her notebook to the scribbled notes she’d made throughout the day.
While her computer loaded, she glanced outside. A light dusting of snow collected on the city
below. Despite how depressing the season made her, the sight was beautiful, peaceful, magical.
New York during the holidays was a city unlike any other. Her laptop login appeared, and she
typed her password. She opened a new word document.
    The sound of Cole’s shower running in the next room distracted her, and an image of him in
the Santa’s suit flashed across her mind. She smiled. An image of him naked in the shower
replaced the previous one, and her smile disappeared. Her cheeks flushed. She forced the image
from her mind, only to have it reappear. Dammit. Okay, he’s hot. Extremely hot . She didn’t need
to see the body beneath the clothes to know it was perfection. His arms were solid, and his
sculpted chest refused to be contained in the white t-shirt he’d been wearing that afternoon.
    “Forget about Cole and focus.” She scanned her notes and typed in the information about
Scott Thompson and his family.
However, despite her best efforts, images of Cole demanded her attention. His wet jet-black
hair falling onto his forehead, his big muscular arms pushing it back off of his face. One
occupational hazard to being a romance novelist was she envisioned things in slow motion and
vividly.
She shifted on the bed and opened the file to her manuscript. Okay time to get serious. She
tied her long hair at the base of her neck and stared at the computer screen.
Hot water trickling down the length of Cole’s torso appeared.
Her pulse raced, and her cheeks flushed. What was wrong with her ? Why couldn’t she shake
the images of her co-worker’s body? Because he is sexier than Brad Pitt, and she hasn’t been
with a man in three years. She let out a deep breath. This was ridiculous . She heard the water
shut off. Oh thank God.
Feeling inspiration in an area she hadn’t in months, she flipped to a blank section of her
manuscript. Insert Love Scene here . Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
Richard