Back page blurb: Noelle Starr hates her name and her Christmas Eve birthday. This year, as she works as an event coordinator for a huge Christmas gala, she is dealing with a handsome corporate assistant who has big plans and effusive faith. Can she make it through this season with her sanity intact?
Rudolph Cameron was named for his great-grandfather and grew up being teased for his unfortunate penchant for looking rosy-cheeked and red-nosed in the cold Wisconsin winters, but that never dampened his thrill of celebrating the birth of Christ. This year, a certain woman is sweetening the Christmas season...except she hates this time of year! Now if he can only get her to look past her own name to see the real reason for the season.
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Noelle tried to walk as gracefully as possible past windowed offices that were as opulent as the foyer. Used to wearing more sensible heels, her two-inch-high ones made her as graceful as a galloping giraffe as she scampered to keep up with the much-taller gentleman. Mr. Cameron opened a six-paneled oak door and into a spacious office.
āWhy donāt we sit over here?ā He motioned to an area that equaled the size of the living room in her cozy shared apartment. āCan I get you some coffee, herbal or black tea, or anything else? Chai latte? Iām not a coffee drinker myself. I picked up an extra chai on my way in if you want it.ā
āChai? That would be lovely.ā
He brought over two cups labeled from a coffee shop that was in the lobby of the building. āI add extra cinnamon to mine. Itās not even Christmas yet, but I do love the trappings of the season, in spite of the impending cold thatās predicted.ā
Sipping her sugary latte, she closed her eyes. āThis is like a warm hug.ā She took a deep breath, intentionally relaxing her shoulders before setting the cup on the dark wood table. āThank you. That was thoughtful of you. What if I didnāt like chai?ā
Mr. Cameron shrugged. āIād drink it laterājust reheat it in the microwave in the break room.ā He sat to her right. āShall we get down to business?ā
Noelle dragged her laptop out of her bag and opened it up, knocking over the cup of chai. Mr. Cameron grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the table and righted the cup as she snatched her computer off the desk.
āIām so sorry. Iām not usually this clumsy,ā she blurted. Oh, dear. Why was she so nervous around this man? Had she ruined her chance already?
āNo worries.ā He pushed aside the sopping wad of tissues and then retrieved paper towels from a closet.
She sighed and held out her hand for some of the paper towels. āI lied. I tend to be particularly clumsy when Iām nervous.ā She wiped away more of the damp area on the table while balancing her laptop in one arm. At least he was being nice about this. Perhaps she still had a shot at this contract.
Mr. Cameron grinned. āNothing to be nervous about, Miss Starr. It was only a little spill after all. And I donāt bite.ā Taking her wet towel, he tossed them into the brushed nickel garbage can to the side of the table and settled back into his seat.
She placed her laptop back on the table and logged in, opening up her document.
āWhy donāt we use first names. Maybe that would be more comfortable. Weāll be working with each other often during the next two months as we prepare for this gala. You can call me Rudy.ā
āThatād be nice. Iām Noelle.ā Her heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his voice. He wasnāt an enemy and was doing everything to make this as easy as possible.
āA Christmas baby I suspect?ā Rudy asked.
āChristmas Eve.ā
āWow. Thatās either really cool or uber-disappointing.ā
Uber? āMore the latter. My parents like to joke I was the first star born as well since Iām the oldest child. And the jokes about my name at the holiday season are tedious.ā Noelle hoped heād change the subject. She didnāt need the reminder of the most irritating moments of her life. It was bad enough having to live through the jokes when they happened; reliving them was the ultimate torture. What had her parents been thinking, anyway?
āDid you get double gifts?ā
She shrugged. āNot really. I received one small birthday gift on Christmas Eve and we didnāt open our Christmas presents until Christmas morning. My birthday became lost in the shadow of Santa Claus.ā
Rudy frowned. āIām sorry to hear that. Christmas can be a crazy time, but Christmas Eve has a magic of its own. When I can, I try to make the candlelight service at church. Thereās something holy and wonderful about the way God worked to bring salvation through Jesus coming in the flesh as an infant.ā
Great. Just what she needed. Someone who loved Christmas. āYeah, well, now that my siblings all have families of their own, we donāt usually celebrate until before or after the holiday. Christmas Eve is just another day on the calendar. Now. What is the date and a location for your event?ā
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