Mistletoe and Mr. Right by Sarah Morgenthaler

“I’m not completely immune to the attention.” Lana scooped a handful of snow into her gloved palm. Plus, who knows what they might choose for the follow-up pièce de résistance?” Someone went to an awful lot of effort to put this here without being seen, and I’d hate to disappoint them. “Let’s leave it for a while.” Lana smiled congenially at her contractor. “I can get a snowcat out here to level this out,” Ben offered. Thirty-two was too young to feel the weight of her responsibilities this heavily. At least the snow art was refreshingly different from her normal issues: an accountant stealing from the family company here, insufficient returns from an ill-advised investment there, and bad PR from someone in the family playing too hard with the Montgomery money just about everywhere.Ī cheerful approach to life meant Lana was good at smoothing things over, but cheerfulness didn’t help the slight crow’s-feet at the corners of her eyes or the permanent stress line trying to carve itself into her forehead. The artwork was the most recent in a long list of attempts by the Moose Springs locals to halt Lana’s luxury condominium project. The penis was causing problems, as penises tended to do. “The locals are consistent, I’ll give them that.” Nothing said screw you like an acre-wide penis pointed at your future construction site.īen exhaled a breath into the cold winter air as if trying to cover a snort. “Yes, but then the message might have been lost.

“A snow angel might have been more appropriate.” Ben, her construction manager, scratched the back of his neck, trying and failing to keep a professional tone. “At least it’s anatomically correct.” Newly minted Moose Springs, Alaska, property mogul Lana Montgomery tilted her head, considering the artwork carved so precisely into the mountainside.

Someone had drawn a giant penis in the snow.

Mistletoe and Mr. Right by Sarah Morgenthaler