Page 62 of Welcome Home for Christmas
“Maybe it’s time you get home,” he said. “Did you drive here?”
“Of course I did,” Aunt Darla said.
“Well, how about I take you home then, ma’am?” He looked at Allison, then flinched as auntie dearest swatted him. “Mistletoe won’t work on me, honey.”
“Work on you?” His face twisted as he realized what she was implying. “No, I just want to make sure you get home safely.”
Allison jolted as she contained her laughter. “I can go with you,” she managed when she’d collected her composure.
“Great,” Troy said. “We’ll take you home together,” he told Darla. “Then Allison and I will return here and help with the party clean up.”
Allison nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
Aunt Darla guffawed. “Fine,” she slurred. “I am getting rather tired, I guess. But if I pass out, you keep your mitts to yourself.” She pointed a finger at Troy. “And you keep him in line,” she told Allison.
Allison pressed her lips together and slid her gaze to Troy’s. “I’ll do my best.”
