Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
I’ve been nice, and what I’d like more than anything… is a cowboy from your naughty list.
One that loves his ranch and family too. He’s protective of the ones he loves and honest to a fault. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks; he just does what he thinks is right.
One that cusses a little too much. He’s grumpy and set in his ways. Maybe broad-shouldered and wears his hat low over his brow. He looks good in a pair of Wranglers, and with one glance from him, it feels as if my whole body is going to ignite into flames.
Oh, and maybe one that is NOT my best friend’s older brother.
But yea, if you can make that happen, it would be the best Christmas ever.
XX,
Daisy
*Previously published in the Dear Santa Anthology
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DEAR SANTA
Dear Santa,
First of all, I feel silly. I’m twenty-three years old, and I’m writing a letter to Santa. It’s ridiculous. But the assignment is to do something I haven’t done since I was little. So it was either this or do a cartwheel, and honestly, I don’t want to spend Christmas break with a broken arm or bruised face, so letter to Santa Claus it is.
Delete. Delete. Delete. Let’s start over. Here it goes…
Dear Santa,
I’ve been good. I’m getting straight A’s in all my classes. As long as student teaching goes okay, I’ll graduate with my teaching degree in the spring. What else? Let’s see… when Roman passed out the copy of the biology exam, I didn’t take it. I studied my ass off and didn’t cheat. When my friends need a designated driver, I’m the one they call.
I’m a good sister. I call my brother at least once a week to check on him and make sure he’s eating something more than pizza and beer.
I’m a good friend. At least I try to be.
Anyway, I can go on and on, but I won’t. Here’s the truth. I’ve been nice, and what I’d like more than anything… is a cowboy from your naughty list.
One that loves his ranch and family too. He’s protective of the ones he loves and honest to a fault. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks; he just does what he thinks is right.
One that cusses a little too much. He’s grumpy and set in his ways. Maybe broad-shouldered and wears his hat low over his brow. He looks good in a pair of Wranglers, and with one glance from him, it feels as if my whole body is going to ignite into flames.
I drop the pen from my hands and stare at the paper in front of me. No, this is not going to do. I can’t turn this in to my psychology professor. She’ll think I’m crazy for sure. I read through the note again, and yep, no doubt, I won’t be submitting this.
First of all, I called out a classmate for stealing exams. I mean, I know it’s wrong. But I also know the saying, ‘snitches get put in ditches’ or some nonsense like that.
Second of all, I pretty much sound like a horny college girl that’s just out to get laid. It sure doesn’t sound like a twenty-three-year-old virgin that’s been saving herself for her best friend's older brother.
Nope. I’m not turning this in. Heck, I’m going to rip it into shreds because no one can know how I feel about Cash Wyatt. No one.
1
DAISY
I look out at the snow-covered fields and can’t help but feel a little melancholy. I love Whiskey Run. If I could live anywhere in this world, it would be here. But this is not my home, and it never will be. I turn to my best friend in the seat next to me. She’s relaxed, one arm on the steering wheel and the other resting on the car door. She’s driven this dirt and gravel road at least a million times.
I blow out a long breath. “I don’t know about this, Lucy.”
She rolls her eyes and blows her blond hair off her forehead. “We’ve been over this a gazillion times. Bradley is fine. It’s not like he’s going to be home alone or anything. He and his girlfriend are going to the Bahamas.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s not that,” I tell her defiantly. I mean, yeah, I worry about my brother, but I’ve always worried about him working too hard and things like that. When our mom died, he took on everything, even raising me, so I was happy when he told me that he and his girlfriend were going on vacation. He deserves it.
Lucy straightens in her seat. “If it’s not that, what is it?”
“Cash is not going to be happy when he finds out I’m here.” I blink my eyes rapidly, trying not to let the memories invade, but it’s impossible. It’s been a year, but it might as well have been this morning that I heard him tell Lucy he didn’t want me here anymore. My heart shattered into a million pieces that day, and I don’t think it ever completely healed. Heck, I’m not sure if it ever will.
Lucy looks at me for a second, smiles softly, and then looks back at the road in front of us. “He knows you're coming.”
I sit up a little. “Yeah, but you said he’s not going to be here, right? You said he’ll be out of town, right?” I grimace just thinking about the fact that Cash won’t be here for Christmas. All I can think about is the fact that he’s probably celebrating Christmas with some woman. The thought makes me sick, and I know being here, that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.