white snow blanketed tables and chairs. Children looked up at the sky with their tongues sticking out catching the biggest flakes they could spot. One by one, couples started dancing unmindful of who was watching. This, Cara thought, was what it must be like being inside a snow globe. So beautiful, romantic, and freezing.
"Do you think someone would try to get our papers and grant our wishes?"
Cara grinned at Amy who'd been biting her nails since they hooked the small red folded paper on the tree. Both of them picked the highest spot, but still reachable. “Why ever not?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed. Most people hung their paper wishes down below where anyone could get them easily. Ours are way up there as if we didn't want anyone to pick them and we didn't exactly ask for a bread toaster or a pair of Gortex gloves. What if an old, pruney man happens to pick your paper?"
"Then one pruney man will be happy before Christmas."
"Ewww! Cara, I think we should get the papers back and wish for a box of underwear instead. A wicked night before Christmas is just too wicked. I don't even know what it entails. The word wicked could be interpreted as anything from pole dance to lick a snow covered post."
"Don't be silly. Of course, no one will answer our wishes."
"Okay, what if someone did and he happens to look like a hot cowboy, ruggedly handsome, with lips so sensual butterflies would flicker in your belly just by looking at them."
"Well, then we'll have the best Christmas present ever."
Amy laughed and gave her a high-five. “You are so naughty. So we're supposed to pick a wish and make it come true for whoever hung it."
"Yup. Well, I pick this one.” Cara unhooked the small folded piece of paper and opened it.
Amy followed suit. “Wow, this is easy. A bird cage. How about yours?"
"A Starbucks Home Barista. Crap! That's expensive."
"Put it back and pick another one."
"That's cheating, Amy. I suppose this is better than one wicked night. All I have to do is go to Starbucks and buy one."
"Yup. You don't have to get hot and sweaty."
Amy and Cara burst out laughing. On their way back to the auction table, through Cara's peripheral view, she saw Lucas. She turned, but he didn't stop walking. He disappeared among the crowd.
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Smiling, Rochelle moved her body with Lucas in sensual rhythm while the crowd sang along with the most stupidest song ever, Feliz Navidad. Why the hell would they want to sing in Spanish? She bet they didn't even understand the lyrics. This wasn't she wanted. A warm and soft bed was what she had in mind for a great night. Not this. So full of crap. Whoever thought of selling cakes as a way to raise money should be shot. She felt like she already gained ten pounds just thinking about a slice of cake. It had been so long since she had one. And the row of delicious looking desserts on the table was a temptation she didn't need.
She looked at her watch. Ramon said he'd call back. He better. That ass . If she hadn't threatened him with snitching him to the feds, he wouldn't have agreed to help with her plan. What a bastard.
Her ankle throbbed so badly, Cara couldn't stand anymore. She and Amy danced for hours and now her foot screamed from pain. The McLeods were having so much fun. Lucas's parents saw an old acquaintance and had been chatting their night away. Rochelle and Lucas were in the middle of the dance area. The two looked ready to gobble each other's faces. She bet they would have, too, if no one were around. Amy met Steve and the two were now dancing in the moonlight. Snowflakes of Love echoed in the night. Sitting alone at the table, watching love arc around her, her heart ached as much as her foot. She should just go back to the cabin, rest her foot and take Tylenol PM.
She waved to Amy hoping to get her attention, but her friend was busy laughing with Steve. Cara sighed. Well, she supposed it would be okay to leave without letting
"Do you think someone would try to get our papers and grant our wishes?"
Cara grinned at Amy who'd been biting her nails since they hooked the small red folded paper on the tree. Both of them picked the highest spot, but still reachable. “Why ever not?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed. Most people hung their paper wishes down below where anyone could get them easily. Ours are way up there as if we didn't want anyone to pick them and we didn't exactly ask for a bread toaster or a pair of Gortex gloves. What if an old, pruney man happens to pick your paper?"
"Then one pruney man will be happy before Christmas."
"Ewww! Cara, I think we should get the papers back and wish for a box of underwear instead. A wicked night before Christmas is just too wicked. I don't even know what it entails. The word wicked could be interpreted as anything from pole dance to lick a snow covered post."
"Don't be silly. Of course, no one will answer our wishes."
"Okay, what if someone did and he happens to look like a hot cowboy, ruggedly handsome, with lips so sensual butterflies would flicker in your belly just by looking at them."
"Well, then we'll have the best Christmas present ever."
Amy laughed and gave her a high-five. “You are so naughty. So we're supposed to pick a wish and make it come true for whoever hung it."
"Yup. Well, I pick this one.” Cara unhooked the small folded piece of paper and opened it.
Amy followed suit. “Wow, this is easy. A bird cage. How about yours?"
"A Starbucks Home Barista. Crap! That's expensive."
"Put it back and pick another one."
"That's cheating, Amy. I suppose this is better than one wicked night. All I have to do is go to Starbucks and buy one."
"Yup. You don't have to get hot and sweaty."
Amy and Cara burst out laughing. On their way back to the auction table, through Cara's peripheral view, she saw Lucas. She turned, but he didn't stop walking. He disappeared among the crowd.
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Chapter Four
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Smiling, Rochelle moved her body with Lucas in sensual rhythm while the crowd sang along with the most stupidest song ever, Feliz Navidad. Why the hell would they want to sing in Spanish? She bet they didn't even understand the lyrics. This wasn't she wanted. A warm and soft bed was what she had in mind for a great night. Not this. So full of crap. Whoever thought of selling cakes as a way to raise money should be shot. She felt like she already gained ten pounds just thinking about a slice of cake. It had been so long since she had one. And the row of delicious looking desserts on the table was a temptation she didn't need.
She looked at her watch. Ramon said he'd call back. He better. That ass . If she hadn't threatened him with snitching him to the feds, he wouldn't have agreed to help with her plan. What a bastard.
Her ankle throbbed so badly, Cara couldn't stand anymore. She and Amy danced for hours and now her foot screamed from pain. The McLeods were having so much fun. Lucas's parents saw an old acquaintance and had been chatting their night away. Rochelle and Lucas were in the middle of the dance area. The two looked ready to gobble each other's faces. She bet they would have, too, if no one were around. Amy met Steve and the two were now dancing in the moonlight. Snowflakes of Love echoed in the night. Sitting alone at the table, watching love arc around her, her heart ached as much as her foot. She should just go back to the cabin, rest her foot and take Tylenol PM.
She waved to Amy hoping to get her attention, but her friend was busy laughing with Steve. Cara sighed. Well, she supposed it would be okay to leave without letting
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