Page 26 of A Home for Harmony
Maybe she pulled out her battery-operated friend for some relief and imagined Micah’s large hands gliding it between her lips.
She didn’t know the last time she thought of a man as much as she had him.
He was unlike anyone she’d ever been attracted to before.
No, that was wrong.
She would have called him a strip of bacon if she passed him on the street. It was hard not to notice him.
Over six foot, a nice toned body on him. Not too big, but just right.
His brown hair was neatly trimmed. No trendy style, but nothing outdated either. Just clean, classic, and exactly what suited him.
He was a simple to-the-point type of man.
He was still clean-shaven, but she couldn’t help wondering how he’d look with a bit of scruff. She’d noticed the faint shadow coming in last night, and she’d bet good money he had a perfectly rugged beard by morning. Maybe, if she was lucky, she’d get to see it for herself.
“Okay, Harmony. Enough with thoughts of the hottie today.”
She got dressed, dried her hair and put a thin layer of makeup on. She never wore much unless she was trying products for a sponsor. She’d always been more of a natural girl on a day-to-day basis.
Coffee was the first order of business after she turned the Christmas tree lights on. Everything in the house looked so festive.
When she noticed the freshly dropped snow on the ground out of her kitchen window, she snapped a few pictures of it, cropped them to make sure not much could be recognized of where she was living, then posted them with the caption:A lovely fresh morning.
“Merry Christmas! Get out of bed, Harmony!”
She walked out of the kitchen to see Erica taking her boots off in the mudroom a few feet away.
“I’m up,” she said. “Having yummy coffee.” She put the cup to her lips and sipped it, then let out a moan. Her sister limited herself to one cup a day and she probably had it with Tucker already.
“Where’s mine?” Erica asked.
“Have you had it already?”
“No,” Erica said. “I haven’t. I had a nasty cup of tea but put a smile on my face for it. I was going to sneak out on Tucker, but he got up with me.”
“It is early,” she said. “Why are you here?”
“Because I’m not letting you be alone and didn’t want you doing all the work with the food either.”
She moved over and gave her sister a one-armed hug. “Awww, Merry Christmas to you too.”
“I thought I would get here before you got up. I’m sorry about that,” Erica said, moving to make her coffee.
“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “I told you I was fine.”
“It looks it,” Erica said.
“Did you and Tucker exchange gifts already?” she asked.
“We did,” Erica said. “It was nice. It’s the first holiday I’ve spent with a significant other.”
“You should have stayed,” she said.
“Harmony. Tucker is a few houses down. He’s going to spend it with his mother and Norman. He hasn’t had Christmas with them in years. The three of them will be here in a few hours.”
“You look so happy,” she told her sister. “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.”
