A Christmas Wedding: Small Town Christmas, #6

By D. Allen

From now on your troubles will be out of sight…

 

Lexi Robbins and her fiancé, the wealthy and esteemed Walt, are busy preparing for a Christmas Eve wedding. With all of the wedding decisions being made without her, Walt suggests Lexi decide on the dessert table for their reception. But when she begins to spend time with Jeff at the wedding venue, Lexi begins to wonder if her feelings for Walt are genuine.

 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas…

 

Jeff Stone is at the lowest point in his life. After losing his wife and closing his own business, he's moved back in with his little brother and his wife. At work, his boss tries to help him out by giving him an opportunity to help Lexi finalize her wedding plans and he soon discovers that he's drawn to her more than he wants to be.

 

Lexi and Jeff quickly develop feelings for each other, but Lexi's wedding stands in the way. Should she walk away from a comfortable life or run away with Jeff to chase their dreams?

• Language: English
• Publisher: DN Publishing
• Release date: Nov 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781945336201

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A Christmas Wedding

A Christmas Wedding

Small Town Christmas, Book 6

D. Allen

David Neth Books

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Lexi

Jeff

Lexi

Jeff

Lexi

Jeff

Lexi

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Lexi

Jeff

Lexi

Jeff

Snow After Christmas

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Small Town Christmas series

A Christmas Reunion

A Christmas Charade

A Christmas Spark

A Christmas Song

A Christmas Departure

A Christmas Wedding

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Montana Beach series

Summer Stay

Summer Job

Summer Nights

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Snow After Christmas

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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A Christmas Wedding

Small Town Christmas, Book 6

Copyright © 2021 by D. Allen

Batavia, NY

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Lexi

December 3rd

The first Friday of the month is possibly the worst time to be working at a bank. Between the regular Friday afternoon rush with cashing checks, deposits, and withdrawals, there’s also the fact that it’s the beginning of the Christmas season. Savings bonds, savings accounts, loan applications, or those people who request a crisp fifty dollar bill to put in their Christmas cards.

The lobby is packed with people, many of whom are too impatient to wait in line so they’re grumpy by time they get up to me. I feel bad for Bob Luther, the maintenance guy who is trying to put up the lobby Christmas tree in the midst of all of this madness.

Five more minutes, Lex, and then Rachel’s going to be replacing you, Carol, the evening manager, tells me as she passes behind my teller line.

Hallelujah.

After being on my feet all day—and forcing myself to be pleasant through more than one verbal attack on my competence—all I want to do is go home and relax in the tub with a good book and some Christmas music playing softly throughout my apartment.

I’m a little weird in that I like to put on instrumental Christmas music, light a sugar cookie-scented candle, and slip into a warm bubble bath all while reading books about crazed psycho-killers. If it wasn’t completely unsanitary to eat in the bathroom, I’d probably be enjoying a nice gingerbread cookie as well. I haven’t been able to bring myself to cross that line of weird yet.

Almost robotically, I count out the bills for the customer and slide her receipt across the counter to her. As my hand moves, the glint of my engagement ring reminds me that after work I need to rush over to LeRoy, the next town over, to meet up with my fiancé, Walt, and his family to finalize yet more wedding plans. For a wedding that’s only twenty-one days away, there is still a lot left to do.

Getting married on Christmas Eve sounded so romantic when it was first suggested. Now I’m kicking myself for going with the idea. How do I prepare for the biggest day of my life while also trying to enjoy the Christmas season? Christmas time has always been my favorite season, but this year it just seems like it’s all passing by so fast. How is it already December?

Next up is a nervous old man with a zipped packet filled with cash. I’d like to make a deposit, he says to me. And a withdrawal.

Put up your closed sign, Carol tells me from behind. After this gentleman, count your drawer and then you’re free to go.

Happily, I set my See Next Teller sign just above my work station, facing out to the customers. Smiling at the old man, I ask him if he’s filled out a despot slip yet.

Of course he hasn’t. And he would like to know the balances on all of his accounts, which will determine how much he wants to take out.

Five minutes turns into ten, then fifteen. Rachel takes her spot in the teller line beside mine, already beginning her shift. I watch the clock as I finish helping the old man, who wishes me a Merry Christmas that helps relieve the growing resentment I’d been building toward him.

After counting down my drawer and waiting for Carol to count it down too, I grab my things from the break room—Walt’s left me two voicemails—and hurry out to my car.

Even though I only live around the corner, it was a good thing I drove here this morning. Walt’s parents are waiting for me and it’ll take at least twenty minutes to get there, longer by time I park and meet them inside. And if there’s one thing I learned about Walt’s family, it’s that you don’t keep them waiting. Luckily, my tardiness due to my respectable job at a bank will soften the blow. But only a little.

On the ride over, I sing along to Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You, stopping before she goes into the really high notes so I don’t embarrass myself. Alone in the car is my moment to unwind a little before I need to act like the perfect fiancée in front of Prudence and Walter the Second. At least my Walter (the Third) isn’t as high strung.

Being outside makes me a little depressed, though. This year has been unseasonably warm and the lack of snow makes it seem like we’re just going through the motions for Christmas and not that it’s actually here. Supposedly there’s a chance of snow by Christmas, but so far I don’t have my hopes up.

By time I pull into the long driveway leading into the gorgeous event center that will serve as the venue for our wedding, I’m nearly half an hour late.

Rushing to the front door, I let myself inside and step into the grand foyer. With oak panels and hardwood floors, the whole atmosphere is regal elegance, matched by the crystal chandelier hanging above the entrance. To the left is a reception room and to the right is the formal dining room, where I hear familiar voices.

Lexi, you made it, Walt says with a smile. He steps toward me and offers a polite kiss to the cheek. Dressed in a navy blue suit and shiny brown leather shoes, he is very much in his Walter the Third frame of mind. All about appearances. Being that he’s ten years older than me, I always feel like he has so much to teach me about how to be proper.

Until I learn everything he knows, I do my best not to look like trash that he decided to drag home. He says I’m always too hard on myself, but there must be a reason for my insecurities around his family, right?

Alexis, dear, there you are, Prudence says in her monotone voice. We didn’t think you would make it. She steps toward me to