Romancing Rudy Raindear (Sexy Secret Santas)

Romancing Rudy Raindear

by

Mary Leo

ISBN: 978-1-927111-35-2

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Copyright 2011 Mary Leo

Cover art by Michelle Lee 2011

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Chapter One

Rudy Christopher Raindear opened his eyes in the early morning gloom and glanced at the dark-haired girl asleep on the green sofa across from him. He figured he was dreaming so he rolled over, punched down his uncooperative pillow, pulled the thin blanket up over his shoulders, closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

The sigh triggered the mild headache he’d been nursing for most of the night into a thunderous pounding which reverberated down his spine. The pounding caused his stomach to pitch several times which made him bolt upright banging his about-to-explode head on the low, slanted ceiling. This in turn reminded him that he wasn’t at home in his ultra-modern apartment in New York City, but in his grandfather’s partially converted attic in North Pole, Maine, the Christmas Capital of the World.

The now dying Christmas Capital of the World.

The town Rudy and his parents had happily abandoned as soon as he’d graduated from high school.

The town he had returned to some ten years later for basically one purpose: to close a lucrative deal with the executives of Smart-Mart, the fastest-growing retail chain in the country.

The only thing holding him back was his grandfather’s bakery, which happened to be the lynchpin to all the other real estate Rudy had purchased for a cost of next-to-nothing in this fading town. The massive one-stop retail store would attract customers from all the surrounding towns, and probably devastate the few remaining shops and Always Christmas, the local department store. But that wasn’t Rudy’s problem. Making this deal would set him and his gramps up for life.

Nothing else matters.

Rudy leaned his shoulders against the metal headboard, waiting for the throbbing to subside, as he carefully stuffed his pillow behind his back in a desperate attempt for some comfort. If he could just relax for a moment, and not move he was sure the pounding would stop.

The smell of freshly baked cookies coming from the bakery on the main floor filled the room with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, causing Rudy’s nose to itch. The itching made him sneeze five times in a row, only adding to his complete misery. He so needed water and drugs.

Now!

“Are you all right?” the smokin’ hot girl on the sofa asked.

Rudy couldn’t respond. For one thing, he didn’t recognize her, and for another, his head hurt so much it trumped any form of speech.

The girl yawned and stretched, looking all warm and sexy from sleep then sat up, putting her bare feet on the wooden floor. She gazed over at him with concern on her face, and Rudy wondered if he looked as bad as he felt.

Ignoring his obviously hideous condition, the girl walked over to him. She wore a red flannel nightgown with Santas and reindeer splashed across it. For some reason, and clearly only in this town, Rudy found this angel in a flannel nightgown completely fascinating, even in his nauseous, head-pounding state.

Ten minutes later she returned with a tray and set it down next to him on the funky wooden nightstand he and his grandfather had made out of a salvaged barn door when Rudy was about eight years old. He was surprised his gramps still had it, but then from the looks of the majority of the deep attic stacked with old trunks, bookshelves, boxes, lamps, dressers, and who knew what else, his gramps probably still owned everything he ever carried into this old house.

“I brought you an Alka-Seltzer Plus. It’ll settle your stomach, and help with your stuffy nose. It’s a little pink this morning.”

Rudy rubbed his itchy nose with a tissue she gave him from the tray. The tissue felt soothing against his sore nose, just what he needed.

She held out two aspirin, along with a glass of fizzing relief.

“Thanks,” Rudy told her as he reached for his cure, popped both pills then eagerly drained the glass.

Everything he needed for hangover survival was on the tray, including a dish of assorted cookies from his grandfather’s bakery, not that he could possibly eat a cookie at this point.

“That was some reunion you guys had,” the mystery girl said, getting all comfy at the foot of the bed, then sliding her long legs under his blanket.

He remembered now. His gram had taken up needlepoint when he was growing up, and the bed was testament to her obsession. There were at least a dozen pillows scattered around in various sizes and shapes, all with a Christmas theme. They were enough to make him dizzy, and combined with the unusually warm weather in this town, the attic seemed hot.

Or was it the girl that was making him hot?

Especially now when she rested those fine legs of hers against his as if they were lovers, only he couldn’t feel skin on skin. Unfortunately, he still wore his black slacks and heavy wool socks. No possibility of sex with all those clothes on, but why so familiar on her part? He couldn’t figure her out.

“I seem to be lacking some of the details of last night. Maybe you could fill me in.”

She chuckled. “Understandable, especially since you kept drinking those really sweet Christmas Bombs that Carol pushes this time of year.”

“Carol?”

“Carol Winters, the Bartender over at Yule Tide’s. You went to school with Carol, remember?”

A bright pink fizzy drink in a tall glass garnished with a candy cane now took center stage in his memory, along with Carol’s charming face.

“Yeah. She was wearing one of those Santa hats.”

“Yep, we all were.” She nodded toward the coat hooks on the wall next to the stairs, and there hung two Santa hats along with coats, scarves, her jeans and white sweater.

That’s when it came to him. “Jenny Bells! You’re Jenny Bells from Donner Street. You were my very first kiss.”

“Good grief, how bad off are you?”

He chuckled, careful of any actual movement. “Apparently, pretty bad.” Then he stared at her for a moment as last night began to come into focus. “You were there, along with Kris and Nick, and some guy who looked a lot like the real Santa or was that a dream?”

“I don’t remember the Santa guy, but Kris and Nick were absolutely there. I came in at midnight with a plate of your grandfather’s cookies which you all devoured. Carol told me you kept buying rounds, and everybody kept drinking. I’m sure the guys are feeling just as bad as you do this morning.”

“Why aren’t you dying like the rest of us?”

“Somebody had to be the adult. After just one of those Christmas Bombs, I knew you three guys would never make it home if I didn’t drive. Besides, I’ve been living here in this attic ever since my apartment building went into foreclosure, so any way I can help out your grandfather, or his grandson, seemed like the right thing to do.”

“You live here?” He looked around at the long, narrow room and could tell she had transformed half of it into a livable, feminine space, but still . . . “Why the hell would you live here?”

She shrugged. “Your grandfather needed some help in the bakery and around the house after your gram passed. I needed a place to live. It just made sense. He won’t let me pay rent, so I try to do the things he can’t.”

“I’m sure Gramps loves having you around, but doesn’t your day job get in the way?”

“Helping your grandfather is my day job. He’s teaching me how to bake Santa’s favorite cookie, or at least that’s the plan. We haven’t exactly gotten around to it yet. Gramps can’t remember the recipe, nor can he find your grandmother’s recipe book, but we’ve got ten days to go before Christmas. I’m sure we’ll figure something out by then.”

Rudy felt a mild pang of guilt for taking her bed, but on the other hand, he was over six feet tall and that sofa would never have been long enough.

“It’s a small town, remember? Not much guest action going on. Besides, I thought you’d have a room at the Inn, when you didn’t, I had no choice but to bring you home.”

“You could have slept in bed with me. I wouldn’t have attacked you,” he lied. If he had awoken and been at all coherent, he probably would have tried it. Of course, he wasn’t about to tell her that.

His nose suddenly itched. He tried to ignore it, but it tickled like a son of a bitch.

She threw him a little grin that told him there was no way in hell she would have climbed into bed with him. He had the distinct feeling she knew his game.

“It was tricky enough just sleeping on the couch. You kept telling me how much you still loved me. You must have tried to get me into bed ten times before you finally gave up and fell asleep.”

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Accepted. I really loved my old apartment. I would have lived there forever if I could have. I heard someone bought the building, but they haven’t done any work on it yet. Shame, it’s such a cute place that with some TLC it could be beautiful again. I’ve been hoping to move back in, but so far, I haven’t heard who bought it or when the renovations are going to start.”

Rudy didn’t want to tell her he was the owner and when his deal went through with Smart-Mart the apartment building, along with this building and several others on Prancer Street, would be demolished to make way for the mega-store.

“I’m sure the new owner is just waiting until after the holidays to begin the repairs.” As he spoke his nose itched again, and he could feel a sneeze coming on. “Excuse me,” he said, as he grabbed another tissue and sneezed five times in a row.

When he finished, he gazed over at her. She had a curious look on her face as she tried to stifle the grin spreading across her sweet lips.

“What’s so funny?” Rudy asked. His headache had begun to retreat, and his stomach had calmed down to manageable ache.

“Nothing, at least I don’t think it’s anything. It’s just that as you were talking, your nose seemed to get a bit pinker. Even bordering on red.”

Jenny slid out of bed, and walked to the back of the attic. While she was digging around through the trunks, Rudy grabbed a sugar coated cookie off the tray and ate it in two bites. It tasted all sweet and yummy, but as he swirled the sweet-goodness around in his mouth, he could tell it lacked the proper amount of cinnamon, and it needed an extra pinch of vanilla.