Snowbound With The Single Dad
What he wants for Christmas…His billions can’t buy!Widower billionaire Aidan Phillips is determined to give his daughter the traditional country Christmas she wants. But his vibrant hostess, Noelle McGregor, is showing him that money can’t buy happiness. As a snowstorm swirls outside, Aidan recognizes the pain in Noelle’s mesmerizing eyes, and finds himself opening up about his past. Might he have found the perfect present for his little girl after all: a mommy for Christmas?
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What he wants for Christmasâ¦
His billions canât buy!
Widower billionaire Aidan Phillips is determined to give his daughter the traditional country Christmas she wants. But his vibrant hostess, Noelle McGregor, is showing him that money canât buy happiness. As a snowstorm swirls outside, Aidan recognizes the pain in Noelleâs mesmerizing eyes, and finds himself opening up about his past. Might he have found the perfect present for his little girl after all: a mommy for Christmas?
CARA COLTER shares her life in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, nine horses and one small Pomeranian with a large attitude. She loves to hear from readers, and you can learn more about her and contact her through Facebook.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07844-3
SNOWBOUND WITH THE SINGLE DAD
© 2018 Cara Colter
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Carol Geurts,
who shows dignity, courage and integrity through all of lifeâs storms. You are an inspiration.
Contents
âTHEREâS MY LITTLE Christmas star!â
Noelle felt a swell of joy as she watched her grandfather, Rufus, shut down the tractor and climb down off it. He paused to lift the old black Lab, Smiley, out of the cab. Then he turned and came through the snow toward her, Smiley shuffling behind him with his happy grin in place, despite the dogâs pained gait.
She was relieved to see that, unlike Smiley, her grandpa was agile, surprisingly strong-looking for a man of seventy-eight years. He was dressed for cold, in a thick woolen toque, mittens and a lined plaid lumber jacket.
His embrace, too, was powerful as he came and hugged her tight, lifting her right off her feet.
He put her down and regarded her. âYou havenât been losing weight, have you?â
âNo,â she said quickly, although she wasnât at all certain. She had always been a slight girl, but she hadnât been near a weigh scale since the abrupt end of her engagement. Noelle was fairly certain you could not lose weight eating chocolate ice cream for supper. And also, sometimes, for breakfast.
Their worry was mutual. It was to be their first Christmas without Grandma McGregor. In those months after Grandma had died, there had been something in her grandpaâs voice on the phone, which Noelle had not heard beforeâa weariness, a disconnect, as if he was not quite there. Sometimes he had made mistakes about what day it was, and seemed confused about other small details of daily life. Other times he had reminisced so obsessively about the past that Noelle had been convinced he was declining, too, dying of a broken heart.
