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Butterscotch Kisses in Winter Warmers - a seasonal anthology.

Matthew Morrison is determined to conquer his fear of heights and achieve a winning outcome. At least, that’s what the best-selling, self-help book he’s listening to promises. Being stuck on a three-story tower in the middle of a snowstorm wasn’t part of the plan. With no St. Bernard in sight, it’s Cute Ticket Guy Adam to the rescue, and an outcome Matthew never anticipated.


Matthew picked Monday to head back to the county park and try again. Not a big date night, plus anyone younger should be home and thus unable to point mittens at him. He viewed the thin crowd and number of people carrying cross-country skis over their shoulders instead of toboggans as hopeful signs. This time a different employee took his money, and even through the plastic partition Matthew noticed his cheerful smile and the blond curls ruffling out from under his hat. Nice. Why couldn’t Matthew hook a guy like this? He was much, much cuter than David the Tool.

Cute Ticket Guy wore the same dark green jacket with the park’s logo on the chest as the old grump who had given Matthew a scowl last weekend, but Cute Ticket Guy was at least three decades younger. And the rich color did amazing things for his hazel eyes, thus making his nickname worthy of being forever thought of in all capital letters. He also appeared to have an interesting sense of humor. Matthew blinked at the evidence. It wasn’t the dark brown earflaps or dangling ties that caught his attention; more the large tan horns sticking out on either side. Matthew had to admire the confidence needed to wear a moose head hat.

“Only one?” Cute Ticket Guy had a pleasant, slightly rumbly voice. The sound sparked little shivery sensations down Matthews’s spine, and for an instant he contemplated ditching the whole overcoming-fear thing and asking Cute Ticket Guy out for coffee instead.

“Yeah,” Matthew admitted. He stamped his boots in the churned up snow, and tried not to feel like a loser.

“Do you need to rent a toboggan?” Cute Ticket Guy gestured to the sign showing the prices behind him, the movement accentuating shoulders Matthew didn’t think attributable solely to his bulky jacket. “We offer a special during the week.”

“No, it’s okay.” The air seemed colder tonight, and Matthew coughed into his hand and hoped Cute Ticket Guy wouldn’t ask him why he was buying entry to the run but didn’t have a toboggan. He reached for his change, switching hands at the last minute and stuffing the offending appendage into his pocket when he realized sharing his germs probably wouldn’t impress this guy. “Gross, sorry about that.”

“No problem. Occupational hazard. Luckily, I’m a firm believer in proper protection at all times.” The long ties to the moose head hat danced as he leaned forward to tap his finger on the glass between them with a wink. Matthew blinked again—was Cute Ticket Guy flirting? Before Matthew could muster up a witty and hopefully indicative of his interest reply, a couple stepped in line behind him. Cute Ticket Guy straightened from his slouch, his rumbly voice changing to a more professional tone. “Enjoy the run.”

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