Excerpt: A Catamount Christmas
Roxanne Morgan spun around and passed a sandwich over the counter, immediately turning to take the order of the next person in line. She was covering the deli counter for lunch at the small business she owned—a grocery store, hardware store and deli all rolled into one.
“What’ll it be?” she asked, her eyes quickly scanning the area beyond the counter. When there was no reply, she glanced up. Her heart stuttered and then lunged forward into a wild pounding.
“Hey Roxy,” the man standing across the counter said.
Roxanne didn’t find herself speechless very often, but at the moment, she couldn’t seem to form a word. Max Stone stood in front of her—the one and only boy she’d ever loved, the boy who’d broken her heart when he left Catamount, Maine…and their love
