"How do you turn it on?"
"Excuse me?"Heat slammed into her cheeks. "The radio! I meant the radio." She gestured clumsily toward the old contraption, cursing herself the entire time. How do you turn it on? Come on. Talk about horrible pickup lines.
Boone had mastered the sideways grin. His lips tugged upward along one side, and a dimple peeked out, though it vanished just as quickly as it came. Someone kill her now. The man had a dimple.
"You're welcome to fiddle with it, but the radio never plays. I'm not sure it's even plugged in anymore. Now it's only decoration."
Instead of standing there and risking getting swept under the weight of his gaze, Grace reached for the left knob. She imagined a time long past, a time before television and cell phones, when families would gather to listen to stories being played out on radios just like this one.
"Hard to believe this thing is a hundred years old," he said, his long fingers accompanying Grace's to turn the other knob.
"Yeah," she said, not really hearing what he said. She could only focus on his hand and how close it was to hers. Good King Wenceslas, he was unraveling her a thread at a time and they'd only just met.
***
Snowed In at the Cottage just released yesterday, and readers are loving this book.
"If you love Hallmark films, then this is the book for you." -Bookbub reviewer
"Loved the book and getting into the Christmas spirit. This one is a keeper." - Amazon reviewer
***