Ah. Christmas. The most miserable time of the year. Elizabeth hated it. She had too much work to do to stop and hang lights or wrap presents or waste time beneath the mistletoe. Or maybe she hated it—and especially the mistletoe—because she didn’t have anyone to kiss. Yeah, maybe that, too. Either way, she didn’t have the time or energy to dawdle at a Christmas party at Roosevelt Ranch. Unfortunately, the business demanded it, and because her life was the business, she’d gone with the intention to get in, get out, and get back to work. Except that plan was derailed by a flat tire, a broken doorknob, and . . . an extremely handsome mechanic. But perhaps the best laid plans were made to be broken, especially when this Christmas might prove to warm even her Scroogey heart.