Hunter's Fortune (River Jewel Resort Series Book 2)

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kiss she’d ever had. It all came flooding back to her.
    It was Christmas morning and she had a ton of things to do! There were presents that still needed wrapping and she had to hide the cookies that Santa was supposed to have eaten.
    “The reindeer food! Oh my gosh! Move! We need to get everything ready.”
    “Hunter.”
    “Come on, Lee. Get moving! I can’t believe I almost messed up Christmas! Let’s go!”
    “But, Hunter,”
    She’d already thrown on her robe and raced down the stairs ready to get everything done.
    “But, how?” The scene that awaited her was breathtaking. Everything was perfect! Lights were strung wall-to-wall, wrapped presents adorned every surface, Christmas music played softly in the background and through the window, and she could see a light covering of snow on the ground.
    “I tricked you. But it was for my benefit. I wanted a bit of alone time with you before we came down to begin the festivities.”
    “How did you get all of this done?”
    “My mom helped and we stayed up to get it just the way you described.”
    Hunter found herself overwhelmed with emotion as she gazed around the small cabin. It was just as she’d pictured it! Ornaments and pine branches hung from each rafter and beam, glitter was sprinkled around the floor to prove Santa had indeed been there. His cookies were half-eaten and the mug of milk was empty. Amazingly, there was even a letter from the entire Claus crew.
    She buried her face in her hands and wept.
    “Babe, are you okay? Did we mess something up? I’ll fix it, just tell me what to do.”
    How had she gotten so lucky? This man was everything she’d ever wanted. Lee had made her every wish come true and she couldn’t stop crying.
    “Sweetheart?”
    Hunter collected herself and threw her arms around her husband. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.”
    “Well, sure. So, it’s okay?”
    “It’s more than okay. It’s absolutely fantastic. I’ll call your mom later and tell her how much I appreciate her helping you. I love you, Lee. I hope you know that.”
    “Well, I did marry you, so I think it was sort of implied.”
    “Mewwy Cwistmas!” The tiny voice rang out from the stairs, cutting their kiss short.
    “Merry Christmas, Morgan. Looks like you had a visitor last night.”
    Morgan? Her daughter Morgan? Hunter’s mind was reeling. Could it be true?
    The angelic girl hopped down the stairs and ran right into her mother’s arms. “Mownin’ momma! Mewwy Cwistmas!”
    Hunter pressed the tiny girl tightly to her body, inhaling the beautiful scent of innocence and love. She ran her hand through her daughter’s dark curls and found herself crying again. Hunter could never have imagined her life would be so perfect. If she’d taken over her father’s company, she would’ve missed out on so much. Too much.
    “What’s wong, Momma?”
    “Nothing’s wrong, sweetie. I’m just really, really happy.”
    “Okay. Can we open pwesents now?”
    “You bet. Go on into the living room and I’ll grab our cocoa.”
    “Don’t forget the mashmallows!” the cherub yelled as she toddled away.
    “I won’t.”
    As Hunter turned to the kitchen, a shadow outside the window caught her eye. “What the...”
    She flew to the door and flung it open as a man, in what appeared to be a valet’s outfit, sprinted across the road and disappeared.
    “Lee!”
    A silver package lay on the front step and she bent to pick it up.
    “What’s that?”
    “I don’t know. Some man just left it and ran off into the woods.”
    “Wow. You really did hit your head, didn’t you? I don’t even see any tracks in the snow. Are you playing a trick on me? Did you get me a surprise?”
    “No. And it’s addressed to me. Look.”
    She held the package out to him and her name was neatly scrawled across the silver box. Once inside, Hunter tore it open to find a letter and a box wrapped in pink paper.
    “Well, open it. See who it’s from.”
     
    Dear Hunter,
    Sometimes one

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