Christmas on 4th Street (Fool's Gold Romance) Read Free Page A

he didn’t.
    “It was nice to meet you,” she told him. “And I am sorry about the umbrella.”
    He waved off the apology. “You okay to get down the mountain?” he asked.
    She blinked at him, then her eyes widened. “Crap and double crap. My car’s stuck in a snow drift.”
    Crap was her idea of a swear word? She wouldn’t have lasted in Kandahar an hour, he thought, amused.
    “I don’t suppose you know anything about winter driving?” she asked.
    “As a matter of fact, I do. I went to medical school at Northwestern and I’ve been stationed in Germany more than once.”
    “Whew. Good. Then maybe you wouldn’t mind backing my car out of the drift? Then I can sort of point it down the mountain and I’ll be fine.”
    Instead of answering, Gabriel walked to the front door. Despite being barefoot, he headed out onto the porch and saw her small import nose-first in a bank.
    There were skid marks on the driveway and a couple of places where it looked like she’d fallen on her way up to the house.
    “This really is your first winter,” he said.
    She moved beside him and sniffed. “I have other talents.”
    He was sure that was true and he wanted to tell her they were likely far more interesting than an ability to drive in the snow. But she was a friend of his future sister-in-law and this was a small town and he wouldn’t be around for very long. All good reasons to only say, “I have no doubt.”
    He stepped back into the house and waited until she’d joined him to close the door.
    “Give me a second to put on boots and I’ll drive you back to town.”
    “You don’t have to go to that much trouble.”
    “Someone has to. I doubt you can make it on your own. Pointing the car in the general direction of town is not an option.”
    * * *
     
    Noelle nodded at the nice, handsome doctor before he turned away and retreated to the guest room. She sighed, thinking it just wasn’t fair. He was single—at least she thought he was—she was single. She wasn’t sure what else they had in common, but there had to be something. Regardless, she obviously hadn’t impressed him in the least.
    Oh, well. There were worse fates, she told herself. Just as soon as her busy season was over, she was going to get into a relationship. Maybe she would join one of those online dating services, or see if there were clubs for singles in town. If nothing else, she could put the word out with her friends. Most of them had recently fallen madly in love.
    Maybe there was something in the water, she thought as Gabriel walked toward her, taller now in sensible-looking snow boots.
    “Keys,” he said as he approached.
    She dutifully held them out. “I’m sure once I’m out of the snowbank I’ll be fine.”
    “I doubt that,” he said, shrugging into his jacket. “You’ll be a menace until you hit flat ground.”
    “That’s not very flattering.”
    He looked at her, his blue gaze steady. “Isn’t it true?”
    “Sure it is, but you’re being kind of blunt about it.”
    “I thought you liked blunt.”
    “Not as much as I thought.”
    She made sure Webster was secure in the house before closing the door and following Gabriel to her car. He told her to wait while he backed the car out of the snow, which he did in one easy move. The tires didn’t even skid—something she considered a personal betrayal. When she got her car back in the garage, they were going to have a little one-on-one conversation.
    Gabriel stopped beside her and opened the passenger door. She climbed in, instantly struck by how close the seats were and how much broader his shoulders were than hers. She fastened her seat belt and as she did, she glanced at him.
    He had a nice face, she decided. A little guarded and there were shadows under his eyes, no doubt from his hand injury and maybe traveling. But he was someone she would instinctively trust. Not that her instincts were anything to brag about, she thought. Look what had happened with Jeremy.
    Or not,