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Hitched For The Holidays: Hitched For The Holidays / A Groom In Her Stocking
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Duets Vol. #89
Just in time for the holidays—a delightful Double Duets from USA TODAY bestselling author Jacqueline Diamond! Christmas and Cinderella are two of the fun themes in the aptly titled Cindy and the Fella and Calling All Glass Slippers. Ms. Diamond never fails to “make your head spin and leave you laughing…” says Rendezvous.
Duets Vol. #90
The celebrations continue with Hitched for the Holidays by well-known writing team Jennifer Drew. This talented duo always “gives readers a top-notch reading experience with vibrant characters…and spicy tension,” says Romantic Times. Rounding out the volume is popular Barbara Dunlop with the quirky A Groom in Her Stocking. Enjoy the fun when Santa delivers not one but two fiancés to the dateless heroine!
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Hitched for the Holidays
Jennifer Drew
A Groom in Her Stocking
Barbara Dunlop
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Contents
Hitched for the Holidays
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
A Groom in Her Stocking
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
“Silly to let all this tinsel go to waste.”
Eric reached for the box, grabbed a handful and dangled the silvery ribbon in the hollow between her breasts.
“I thought we were decorating the tree, not me,”
Mindy said breathlessly.
“You’re more fun.”
“It itches.” She giggled and tried to remove the tinsel.
“I’ll get it out for you.” He peeled off her sweater and tossed it in the direction of the ornament box.
Uh-oh, she’d forgotten she was wearing a plain cotton bra. It was about as unglamorous as lingerie could get.
“I didn’t dress for this.”
He held one breast in his hand and slowly covered her mouth with his as he caressed her through the cloth.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Stop? As in red lights and no more kissing? She dropped her hands to his butt and squeezed.
“I’ll take that as a go,” he said with a laugh.
Dear Reader,
Who wouldn’t love having someone who could arrange everything perfectly for the holidays? Mindy Ryder is a professional organizer who’s thrown for a Yuletide loop when her neatly ordered life is turned upside down by a visit from her matchmaking father. She’s told him she’s been “seeing” a doctor…and she has been, sort of!
Vet Eric Kincaid is her dog’s doc. Mindy’s relationship with him is not romantic, at least not yet. She persuades Eric to play “Dr. Boyfriend” in return for some organizing help, and before the stockings are filled their agreement heats up!
One of us (Jennifer Drew is the pseudonym of mother and daughter Barbara Andrews and Pam Hanson) is a natural-born organizer. The other keeps buying “how to declutter your life” books and losing them in the debris! We hope you enjoy this mistletoe tale and that all your holidays are merry…and neat!
Happy holidays!
Jennifer Drew
P.S. Drop us a line with your favorite organizing hint! Please send it to P.O. Box 4084, Morgantown, WV 26504.
Books by Jennifer Drew
HARLEQUIN DUETS
7—TAMING LUKE
18—BABY LESSONS
45—MR. RIGHT UNDER HER NOSE
59—ONE BRIDE TOO MANY*
ONE GROOM TO GO*
72—STOP THE WEDDING!*
80—JUST DESSERTS
Happy holidays, Aunt Lou!
1
“BABY, YOU ARE SOOO GOOD. We’re nearly there. Steady, sweetheart. Yes, yes, that’s it.”
Mindy Ryder shook her head to break the hypnotic spell of the melodic voice. For a moment she’d imagined Dr. Eric Kincaid was crooning to her instead of Peaches, her rascally Corgi. No wonder his waiting room was always full. He charmed his patients, and their owners, with his soothing voice. He’d opened his animal clinic less than two years ago, and already he had a reputation as one of the best small-pet vets in the Phoenix area. It made her day when she came to his office, and not just because her dog liked him.
“I don’t know, Mindy,” he said a trace apologetically, using her first name with casual friendliness. “Peaches seems a hundred percent healthy to me.”
“She was sneezing…” Mindy began, a little ashamed of using her dog as a ploy to see Dr. Kincaid. Now that she was here, she was losing her nerve anyway. “Sorry I wasted your time.”
“I’m always glad to see Peaches. She’s the only female Corgi on my patient list. Makes her pretty special.”
He smiled broadly and rubbed the short-legged dog’s thick white ruff. Peaches basked in his attention, quickly forgetting the indignities of the examination.
The veterinarian was wearing a sky-blue lab coat that picked up the color of his eyes, and his sandy blond hair was just long enough to look rumpled in a fresh-from-the-pillow way.
He attached the leash to the dog’s collar and made easy work of setting the thirty-pound pooch on the spotless white-tiled floor of the examining room. Mindy knew this signaled the end of the appointment, but she’d come for a purpose that had nothing to do with imaginary dog sneezes. If she chickened out now, she’d always wonder what his answer would have been.
The trouble was, she needed a man. What’s more, he had to be a doctor. The vet was the only bachelor she knew who qualified. Fortunately his receptionist, Della Rodriguez, was friendly and liked to chat. She’d leaked enough tidbits of information about her boss to make Mindy sure he was unattached and eligible. In fact, Della had dropped veiled hints that he’d been dumped by a woman and was nursing a broken heart.
If so, he was good at putting up a cheerful front. The man had a smile as bright as the desert sun and pearly white teeth that made his whole face sparkle with good humor. But even if he had teeth like walrus tusks and a Cyrano schnoz, she’d still need him.
She hadn’t exactly lied to her father, but this time he’d irritated her so much she’d fudged the truth. The trouble was he was bound and determined to see her happily married like her older brother.
It was wonderful Dwight had a wife and two adorable kids, but love was a special gift. So far all that had popped out of her annual Christmas stocking were trolls, geeks and ego-freaks like her last boyfriend. Mike Manning had wanted a fan club, not a significant other, and she’d had the pleasure of telling him to take a hike. Dad hadn’t met him, which was just as well. He was one guy who would’ve enjoyed her father’s usual third-degree interrogation. Talking about himself was what Mike liked best.
Dad had been on a tear lately, sure that Mindy’s biological clock was ticking like a time bomb, never mind that she was still two years short of thirty. He was lonely since her mother, Abby, had died, and he worried because she was alone, too. Unfortunately, he was too obsessed to pay any attention to her protests. He refused to believe she could manage just fine as a single woman.
When he’d suggested introducing her to a friend’s son a couple of months ago, she’d told him she was already seeing someone. Of course, he’d pressed for details. She’d taken Peaches to the vet for a shot the day he phoned, so she had seen a doctor—an animal doctor. Telling her father she was seeing a doctor had sort of slipped out because she wanted his badgering to stop.
As long as her widowed, workaholic father stayed in Pittsburgh, she could keep him at bay with her spur-of-the-moment deception. But the unimaginable had happened. He’d decided to retire early and sell his accounting business. Now he was coming to Arizona for a visit and expected to meet her doctor-boyfriend this weekend.
“Is there something else?” Dr. Kincaid asked, when she didn’t take the leash he was holding out to her.
“Oh, it’s silly,” she said, taking control of Peaches. “Just a little problem I have.”
“I’m afraid I’m not licensed to treat people,” he replied, radiating good humor.
“Oh, I didn’t mean…not a…you know.”
“It’s not a health problem?”
His curiosity was encouraging.
“No, not at all. It’s my father…”
“Ah.”
“He’s coming to visit. From Pittsburgh. He lost my mother five years ago in a car accident, and now he’s sold his business. I’m afraid I’m his new project.”
“I know what that’s like. My mother always has some scheme that involves me.”
“He’s a fanatic when it comes to my personal life,” she went on, encouraged by his sympathy. “My brother is married and has two kids, but that’s not enough grandchildren for my father. He won’t give up until he walks me down the aisle and gives me away.”
“My mother’s the same. I came close to tying the knot once, and she was the one who was broken-hearted when it didn’t work out. Her hobby is match-making, and I’m her main project.”
“Then you understand. Unfortunately my father never, ever liked anyone I used to date, so he wants to mastermind a courtship sweepstake with more grandkids for him as the prize.”
“Yeah, parents have a different take on things.” He hesitated as though examining the decorative paw prints on the wall. “My mother was crazy about my fiancée. Unfortunately Cassandra loved horses so much there wasn’t much room left for people, me included. Guess she just thought it would be handy to marry a vet who could look after her stable of Arabians.”
He leaned against the metal-topped examination table and focused on the chart of dog breeds on the wall behind her, maybe regretting saying so much to the owner of one of his patients. Then he met her eyes again and gave her a rueful smile. “I prefer working with smaller animals.”
Now she was much more interested in his problem than hers, but Dad would be getting off a plane in three days expecting to meet a boyfriend.
“I did a terrible thing,” she admitted, nervously twisting the leash around her fingers.
“I find that hard to believe.”
Again the thousand-watt smile. Did he have any idea how devastating it was?
“It was the day Peaches came in for her heartworm shot….”
“I remember that day. It was about three months ago, beginning of August, right?”
“Right. You have a good memory.”
“Sometimes.”
“Anyway, that’s the day he called and started talking about his favorite obsession—my marriage prospects. Had I found a ‘decent sort’ yet which translates to someone he won’t hate more than pickled beets or home shopping networks? I think he’s hated every boyfriend I’ve ever had!”
“I guess fathers can be too protective.”
“Can they! While he was talking, I remembered taking Peaches here for her shot. On impulse I told him I was seeing a doctor. After all, I had just seen you. I never dreamed he’d come before the end of tax time next April,” she babbled. “He’s an accountant, and that’s his usual vacation time. He always spends Christmas with my brother’s family. But he suddenly decided to retire early, and he’s coming to check on me.”
“Ah.”
Again the “ah.” She didn’t know whether he was sympathetic or eager to have her leave so he could see his next patient. He appeared to be giving her his full attention.
“Well, I’ve wasted enough of your time,” she said, her resolve melting under his gaze.
“You’re not the first.”
“What?”
“Not the first woman to make an unnecessary appointment for her pet.”
She opened her mouth to deny it, but his eyes were too all-knowing, too penetrating…
“No wonder,” he said, “when my mom, my aunts, even my receptionist have been recruiting bachelorettes for me since the breakup more than six months ago. One of Mom’s prospects even brought in a borrowed cockatoo to check me out.”
“How do you know?”
She was embarrassed to be busted, but glad she wasn’t the only one to book an unnecessary appointment as an excuse to see him. At least Peaches was a regular patient.
“I can recognize my own patients, even when someone besides the owner brings the bird for a visit.”
“I’m really sorry I bothered you,” she said, trying to lead Peaches toward the door.
The Corgi plopped down on her hindquarters, a trick six weeks of obedience school had done nothing to delete from her repertoire.
“So ask me,” the vet challenged.
“Ask you?” To compound her general embarrassment, her voice squeaked.
“What you came to ask me.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter.”
“It must matter a lot if you’re willing to pay for an appointment just to see me. If there’s something I can do…”
Her nerve failed her, in no small part because she didn’t want to be turned down. The man was gorgeous. He probably had a pack of women on his heels. He’d never go along with what she wanted.
“I’ve taken up too much of your time, and this is my busy season, as well. I’d better run.”
Would he think she was terrible if she nudged the stubborn dog with her foot? Peaches was acting as infatuated as a human female, sniffing at Dr. Kincaid’s thick-soled running shoe with zeal.
“You’re one of Santa’s elves?” he teased. “Rushing to get all the toys ready for Christmas?”
“Close,” she admitted, relaxing a little because he was so friendly in spite of her dumb idea of pretending Peaches was sick. “I’m a professional organizer. I have to take care of my clients’ needs as much as I can now because the month before Christmas I’m always booked solid.”
“What does a professional organizer do?” he asked, again with the sincere interest in his voice.
“Unclutter closets, rearrange rumpled rooms, fight disorder at its root level. I have parties to plan, trees to decorate, gifts to buy, whatever busy people don’t have time to do themselves. Hopefully, my father will make his usual short, restless visit and jet out again before my schedule is a shambles.”
“If he gets to meet your doctor.”
“There is that,” she said glumly.
“And you were hoping I would…”
“It was a dumb idea.”
“Spit it out, or I’ll have to charge you for two appointment slots.”
“That’s blackmail!”
“Yeah, it is, but you have me curious.”
“I need a doctor to go out to dinner with my father.”
“Your father and you?”
“Both of us.”
“He won’t believe unless he sees?”
“No way.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? Just like that, okay?”
“When?”
“Saturday. I pick him up at the airport around three in the afternoon. He hates flying, so he’ll be pooped. It will practically guarantee a short evening.”
“How about I pick you up at seven?”
“Would you? Really?”
She was so grateful she wanted to hug him. Scratch the grateful part. She wouldn’t mind a few hugs from her vet in shining armor even if he’d laughed at the idea of going out with her father and kicked her out of his office.
“It will be pretty hard to pass me off as a people doctor if you pick me up. I live here. The second floor of the clinic is my apartment. Makes it handy if I have overnight patients to check on.”
“I’m not going to pass you off as a physician. There’s nothing wrong with being a vet.” That didn’t come out quite the way she intended.
“I thank you. The vet school at Iowa State University thanks you. My profession thanks…”
“Please!” She gave the leash a tug Peaches couldn’t ignore.
“Give Della the directions to your place. You’ll make her day.”
He cut her off before she could start gushing again, but she wasn’t proud of what she’d done. She would have left with her tail between her legs if she had one. As it was, she slinked through the reception area, past the shelves of vitamins and pet supplies and the desk where Della Rodriguez managed the office.
Della’s flamboyant red, yellow and green print blouse was a splash of color in a room furnished in muted shades of desert tan, taupe and white, and her personality was as colorful as her outfit. Usually Mindy enjoyed her humorous take on life in general and her stories about her husband, Larry, in particular. Today Mindy wrote her check quickly and didn’t even ask about Della’s three grown kids or four grandchildren. She couldn’t get away fast enough, but fortunately she remembered to scribble directions to her home on the back of one of her business cards. She handed it to Della and beat a retreat before the woman could ask any questions.
Mindy had come on false pretenses and was sure she looked guilty. But she did have a date with a doctor to pacify her father. Eventually the little stab of guilt would fade away. The last thing she wanted was to deceive Dad, but he’d hated every boy who ever showed up at their door when she lived at home. He wanted a conservative, professional type for his daughter, a man whose values mirrored his. In other words, someone safe. Even in Arizona she couldn’t escape his mating machinations. He was sure to have an old college pal living there or a friend with a bachelor son in one of his accounting groups. If he met Eric and was reassured about her prospects, they could have a nice visit, and he could go home with his mind at ease about her prospects.
Imagine, Dr. Eric Kincaid was as nice to people as he was to animals.
ERIC TOSSED his lab coat in the hamper and turned off the light in the examining room. Della had gone home an hour ago to make dinner for her husband and whatever kids and grandkids happened to be around. Tonight he’d been glad to close the clinic himself. She was the best receptionist and bookkeeper he could possibly find, but no doubt she was dying of curiosity about the directions Mindy Ryder had left with her.
He sighed, thought of how good a shower would feel, and decided to run a couple of miles before he had dinner. There were no patients in the hospital wing of his clinic, so he could look forward to a night of uninterrupted sleep.
Instead of running upstairs to change, he did something he almost never did. He stopped in the reception room and sat on one of the taupe vinyl chairs, which were pet proof and comfortable enough to keep people from squirming if they had to wait long. He liked the room. The desert-sand walls were hung with oil portraits of dogs he’d painted himself and a few prints of cats, birds and fussy rodents to compensate for his canine bias. Several Formica tables with black metal legs held the usual assortment of magazines and brochures on pet care. An antique boot scraper shaped like a dachshund sat on the counter where Della presided over his busy practice.
By the time he finished his evening run, the cleaning service would be at work making sure his clinic looked and smelled fresh in the morning. The marbleized brown, tan and white floor tiles had to be swept and scrubbed nightly, a chore he could afford to pass on to professionals now that his practice was booming. This Iowa boy was doing all right in the sunbelt city, although it’d been pretty iffy the first year with payments on the clinic and vet school debts. He owed a lot to his parents for co-signing some whopping big loans, using their furniture store as collateral, to help him get started after his residency. It had been a good investment, and they’d moved from Des Moines to Mesa and opened a new, more upscale store to be closer to him.
Now if his mother would just get over Cassandra and stop trying to find someone else for him, he could breathe easier.
Sure, it had hurt for awhile after she broke off their engagement, although technically speaking, he’d never felt dumped. He saw it coming and decided it was the best thing that could happen. Cass had too much money for her own good, and all she really cared about was making a splash with the horsey set at her country club.
He’d been a little slow getting her number, dazzled by dark auburn hair, creamy skin and a curvy body that turned him on every time she sat on a horse.
She also looked down her nose at his humble little practice and had grandiose plans to make him the vet in charge of her stable of Arabians, a job she insisted wouldn’t allow any time for cats and dogs.
Eric stood, stretched and headed upstairs through the private door to change in his second-floor apartment. He was only thirty, but bachelorhood suited him. He didn’t want his professional life complicated by personal relationships. He had worked too hard to get where he was to let himself be remade by Cass, or any other woman—especially a patient’s owner.
He never dated his patients’ owners. Never…
So, he’d really stepped into it today by agreeing to help Mindy. But he didn’t regret his moment of weakness. He honestly sympathized with her, considering his own mother’s quest to hunt down a potential wife for him.
Besides, Mindy was friendly and cute. Her personality sparkled, and it made his day when she brought Peaches to see him. For the first time since his breakup with Cass, he had a genuine case of the hots. Mixing his professional and personal life was still a bad idea, but he couldn’t help imagining how it would feel to get up close and personal with the gorgeous brunette. Of course the downside was now he had to have dinner with her overbearing father.
At the top of the stairs he stripped off the T-shirt he wore under his lab coat and rubbed the moist, matted hair on chest. Even though it was late fall, the cool season, his second-floor apartment felt warm and stuffy. He slid open the balcony door and looked out at a vista not exactly devoid of human habitation, but sparsely populated enough to suggest desert wilderness. True, he could see a cluster of mobile homes to the left, but Chandler was as close as he could get to open country and still have his clinic easily accessible to the metro area.
He was procrastinating. No supper for him until he ran, and he was ravenous. He’d spent too much time with Mindy and perfectly healthy Peaches, so he’d compensated by skipping lunch, not something he did often.
Back inside, he stripped to his briefs and put on his yellow running shorts, a white tank top, heavy crew socks and a new pair of running shoes he was still breaking in.
Darn, he wasn’t in the mood to go jogging. His spacious, high-ceilinged living room was too inviting. His two huge couches upholstered in caramel, sand and ruddy stripes enticed him to lounge in front of the TV and do nothing for a rare change.
Maybe he’d overdone it a little on the Southwest motif in his decor, but he loved this room with the adobe-red tiled floor, stark white plaster, and red, black and yellow Navaho rug hanging on the wall. Since he’d had the clinic built to his specifications, he opted to have one large all-purpose room with only his bedroom and bathroom partitioned. He got wonderful light from a skylight in the roof that could be shaded in the heat of summer.
He made himself leave his lair, knowing much of his reluctance to run this evening was because of his habit of mulling over his day as he worked out. He was pretty sure he’d goofed with Mindy, and it was his own fault. If he’d wanted to date her, he should have been upfront with her. Had Cass shattered his confidence so much he was using professional concerns to keep a desirable woman at arm’s length? He didn’t think so, but he didn’t seem to have enough incentive to jumpstart his social life.
