A Holiday to Remember
Chris Hammond had never thought of himself as a stalker.
But he needed to get another look at the face of the woman who'd entered the coffee shop just as he was leaving. They'd danced together on the threshold for a few seconds, trying to get out of each other's way. He'd backed up, finally, and held the door open for her. With a quick smile and a "Happy Holidays," she'd headed inside as Chris stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Now he turned toward the wide front window to find her again. The service counter ran across the back of the room, so all he could see of his quarry was an auburn ponytail fanned over the back of a heavy gray coat appropriate for the sub-freezing mountain weather.
Maybe the hair had triggered his memory. A long time ago he'd known a girl with a mane in that same polished mahogany color, with the same extravagant curls. He'd been a kid then, but coming back to Ridgeville, North Carolina, had brought those days closer to the surface.
That's why he hadn't been here in over a decade.
Chris didn't think the hair was the only resemblance, though. Something about her face had seemed familiar enough to stop his heartbeat for a second or t ... read full excerpt from: A Holiday to Remember ebook
