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“You’re welcome.” She grinned. “For what it’s worth, you’d be an awesome sister-in-law.”
Winnie gripped Reagan’s hand and squeezed it. “I feel the same way.”
Now, she only had to hope Bear would ask her to stay. She loved him, wanted him. But he had to want her too. Winnie wasn’t going to settle for anything less than all of him.
Chapter 27
The cinnamon rolls turned out just as good or even better than Bandit’s. Winnie and Reagan teaming up had delivered the softest, tastiest rolls Bear had tried in a long time, and that was saying something since he’d never thought anyone could beat his best friend.
At some point during their Christmas Eve tradition, someone had hung mistletoe in almost every doorway. It was a rotten trick because he loved kissing Winnie, and that was making it harder and harder to picture his life without her.
With kids in the mix, the traditions grew longer each year. This year was the liveliest Bear had ever seen. Bouncing Travis on his knee, he pointed to a spot on the tree. “That small one next to the popsicle-stick picture frame is for Winnie.”
His mom plucked it from the tree, crossed the room, and handed it to Winnie.
“What could you have gotten me that fits in this tiny little box?” Winnie asked.
He’d purposefully been careful about the box. No velveteen or anything that remotely looked like a ring box. He didn’t need anyone getting the wrong idea. Not that he hadn’t considered it, but she needed to go home.
She swiftly peeled the wrapping paper off and lifted the top off the box. “A gift card for a new knife set?”
“I know the set you got when you arrived wasn’t the best. You were trying to save money. This way you can pick the best. The research I did said you need to handle them to know how they feel, and that store has the most knives in stock that will allow you to do that.”
The store was in Houston, but Bear figured since her family lived there, it wouldn’t be a chore to visit and pick out her knives.
Leaning over, she kissed him. “Thank you. This is really sweet.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled.
Reagan stood and retrieved a small gift, handing it to Bear’s dad. “It’s been done before, but I think you’ll like it.”
His dad lifted an eyebrow and slowly tore the paper off. “What could—” His mouth dropped open, and he tilted it so Bear’s mom could see it.
She squealed and touched her hands to her cheeks. “Really?”
The cheesy grin Hunter flashed her gave the gift away. Another baby was coming.
Envy bubbled in Bear’s chest, but he pushed it away. Taking happiness from someone else wouldn’t make him happier.
Bear’s mom stood and hugged Reagan. “Oh, sweetie, I’m thrilled for you.”
“I’m six months.” Reagan brushed tears away. “Because of my endometriosis, we wanted to wait to announce it until I was a little further along. I’m seeing a high-risk specialist, and she’s pretty confident I’ll carry to term now.”
“Daddy and I will be there in February to help, okay?” She hugged Reagan again. “Do you know if it’s a boy or girl, or are you waiting to find out?”
“Girl. Joanna Kathleen. Her middle name is my grandma’s middle name.” She looked over her shoulder at Hunter. “We thought naming her Joanna in memory of Grandma Jo was appropriate since I’m wearing one of her rings.”
His mom kissed Reagan on the cheek. “I love it.”
His dad stood, smiling as he hugged Reagan. “I had a suspicion you were.”
Reagan’s mouth dropped open. “What? How?”
“You haven’t been drinking coffee.”
“That’s what tipped you off?”
He nodded. “I’m old, but I’m still keen enough to pick up on things like that.” He hugged her again. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You’re going to be a fantastic momma.”
