Sleighing Her Elf (Operation Reindeer Retreival Book 3) by Viola Grace Read Free Book Online

 
     
Sleighing Her Elf
     
     
    Penny winced as she covered another car in the ditch. There were no signs of occupation, so all she could hope was that the owners of the vehicle remembered where they parked.
    After nearly eight weeks of working as Penelope Rancer, snow plow driver, she knew her route and the dangers of it, like the back of her hand.
    Driving along a snowed-in highway was not something she would wish on anyone. In the mountains, it could turn deadly if folks weren’t careful, and if they were on the road, careful wasn’t one of their strong suits.
    She played her favourite tunes as she drove along, but the whiteout beyond the glass of her cab was a little distracting. With the blade down, she had to calculate every move, and a check in her mirrors told her that she was leading a parade of folks who wanted to get where they were going. They were depending on her to run them to another cleared road, and she was going to do it.
    Her time in the human world had been surprisingly educational. She loved time alone. Two times, she had dated co-workers, but since each of the men had forgotten their night together a day later, it had made her want to concentrate on her work.
    Each day that the sun was bright and her services weren’t needed, she spent in her small cabin in comfy clothing watching a crackling fire and reading books. Fairy tales were her favourite.
    She continued her shift, burying car after car and wincing every time.
    At four in the morning of the twenty-second, she headed for home. She was plowing the right lane clear, and to her astonishment, she saw a snowman up ahead. She tried to turn to avoid it, but the flying edge of the arc of snow she was creating caught him. She heard herself scream as human limbs became visible as the snowman shattered.
    She stopped her plow and got out, ignoring the small bites of snow against her skin. She skidded through the knee-deep drifts and fought her way to the man on the side of the road.
    Man may have been an incorrect statement. She was looking at an elf. “Son of a bitch.”
    He was lying in the snow, all golden and pretty, but she could see bruises surfacing. “Come on.”
    She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him upright, walking him to her plow and pulling him bodily into the cab. There wasn’t really room for him, but she put him in the seat and climbed in his lap. With a grunt and some focus, she got them moving again, and ten minutes later, she turned into her driveway, parking next to her cabin.
    Her unfortunate victim was still dazed when she pulled him down and out of the plow. Elves were sturdy and there was plenty of snow for him to land on.
    When he was down, she pulled him onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and got him into her cabin. Penny eased him onto her bed and stripped him before wrapping him in clean, dry blankets. Her fireplace cooperated, and soon, a crackling blaze was cheerily flaring and heating the room.
    Penny had noted the chill in his skin, and there was only one thing for it. She stripped, pried his cocoon away and crept under the blankets with him to use some of her body heat to wake him.
    His skin was icy cold, and she wrapped her leg over him, rubbing his back with her free arm.
    She watched his face until her eyes crossed. She needed him awake before she took the next step.
    When his eyes flickered open, it was enough. She kissed him, parting his lips and exhaling a teeny bit of her magic into his body.
    He started to warm up immediately.
    She broke off the kiss and looked him over. His snowflake was just below his collarbone, and it glittered in the light.
    He was a workshop elf, in relatively good shape, and now that he was warming up, she needed to check for damage.
    Penny sat up and ran her hands over him, working across each limb with concentration until she had reassured herself that nothing was broken.
    His erection seemed to be working fine. At least he hadn’t frozen his cock.
    She looked at his face,