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SUCKING SANTA’S CANDY CANE
     
    Angelina Rain
     
    Copyright © 2012
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    Noelle Wilson took a sip of her hot, peppermint-mocha latte and let the coffee linger on her tongue.  After she adjusted the earpiece on her phone, she spoke, “Did I hear you right?”
    A giggle erupted from the earpiece. “I said I’m getting married. Greg proposed.”
    Unreal! They had been dating for all of like two months! Noelle’s knuckles turned white on the dark blue steering wheel. “Don’t you think it’s a bit soon?”
    “Oh, Nelly, true love doesn’t have a timeline.”
    Noelle pressed the gas petal and increased the speed of her car by another ten miles per hour. The expressway zoomed past her and the road around her became a blur. She mentally cursed her slutty little sister. Perfect, pretty Wendy on her third marriage. Maybe if she didn’t spread her legs so often she would still be on husband number one.  “True love, huh? You said that about the last two.”
    “Don’t be so bitter and jaded.”
    “I’m not bitter.”
    There was a short pause and Noelle was certain Wendy rolled her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was low and tender. “Nelly, take a chance on love and lust.  Just because you had a few bad relationships doesn’t mean that all men are evil. Take a chance on one.”
    “It’s too late for me.” She changed lanes to get around a slow driver. “Besides, after Jeff, I just don’t think I’m ready.”
    Wendy sighed. “It’s been a year already, time to get over him. He cheated and lost, you are better off without him.”
    It’d been less then a year and for a second heaviness settled on her chest. Sadness enveloped her as overhead, the Tennessee sky darkened as a cloud moved over the bright sun.
    “Come on, Nelly,” Wendy urged, “You need to let go and have fun.” A short pause settled over the phone. “You want to know what you should do?”
    “Not really.”
    “You should sleep with the next guy you see.”
    She rolled her eyes. Yeah, like it would be so easy to just fuck someone so shamelessly. “I don’t know, Wendy.” She gazed ahead. The expressway was empty except for her. Alone on the open road, she admired the trees and the sunlight streaming through their branches. Ahead, a little red car rested on the shoulder of the road, its hood open. As she neared, she glanced at the tall blonde man in a red sweater as he chatted on his cell phone.
    Hunky, hunk, hunk.
    “I have to go,” Noelle told Wendy and pressed the end button on the cell phone that rested in her lap. She pulled over onto the shoulder and parked behind the little red car. After she pulled the earpiece and threw her phone onto the passenger seat, Noelle climbed out of the vehicle and strolled over to the handsome man.
    “Need help?”
    He lifted his head and glanced at her. Baby blue eyes sparkled as he spoke something she couldn’t hear into the phone and flipped it shut.
    “Hey, there.” He came toward her.
    “What happened?”
    The red sweater hunk smiled at her as he led her toward the front of the car. “It just stopped and wouldn’t start.” He waved his hands over the contents under the hood. “I don’t understand any of this.”
    She bent forward and tucked the few stray strands of honey blonde hair behind her ears. Her gaze raked over the engine, motor, and transmission before she pulled out an oil stick and checked the contents. She replaced the stick. “Oil looks fine.”
    His blue gaze lingered on her. “I take it you understand cars a bit?”
    “Daddy and granddaddy are both mechanics in Wisconsin.”
    Hunky-hunk-hunk’s gaze traveled to the open road. “Is that where you’re headed?”
    She sighed deeply. “Yeah, heading home for the Holidays.”
    He scratched the back of his head and worry lines formed around his forehead. “I need to be in Crown Point, Indiana, by six tonight.” He glanced at the watch that rested on his wrist. “I really can’t be late.”