Page 29 of Wrapped Up in Christmas Hope
“That’s a very grandmotherly thing to say,” Morgan pointed out, smiling. “But what I meant was that next to Trey’s, my life felt dull. I was in school, studying—and whenever I wasn’t in class or studying, I was working. Life had become routine, but Trey changed all of that. He dazzled me and made every breath count. I think I fell for him that first time I saw him there in the emergency room. He smiled at me and I was a goner.”
“I recall that he wasn’t hard to look at, either.”
“Grammy!”
Her grandmother smiled. “You think Rosie is the only one with eyes?”
“Apparently not.”
“Trey was a handsome man,” Grammy paused, ran her iron over another seam, and then added, “as is Andrew.”
Morgan was saved from responding by Greyson skipping over to the ironing table.
“Slow down,” she warned, gesturing to the irons. “These are hot.”
He came to a screeching halt about five feet away from where she stood. “Is it okay if Firefighter Andrew teaches me to sew?”
Of all the things she might have guessed Greyson was coming to ask so excitedly, that wouldn’t have made the list.
“You want to learn to sew?” He’d shown absolutely no interest in it up until now. In fact, he’d begged her not to have to come, which was why she’d let him spend part of the morning with Isabelle.
His head bobbed up and down. “Please.”
Stunned, Morgan just stared at him.
“He must take after me,” Grammy said, sounding proud. “Wanting to learn at such a young age.”
Andrew stepped up next to Greyson, placed his hand on his shoulder.
Morgan’s heart squeezed with a bazillion emotions she refused to label as she eyed him suspiciously. “What have you done to my son?”
Confusion flickered in his eyes. “Pardon?”
“He didn’t do anything,” Greyson began, having taken her seriously, too.
Laughing, Morgan held up her hands. “Sorry. I was teasing since I’m surprised you wanted to learn to sew when you hadn’t seemed interested earlier.”
“Oh.” Greyson gave her a sheepish look. “Well, I am now.”
Because Andrew had been sewing, and anything the firefighter did must be cool?
“Sewing is a basic life skill everyone should know, right?” Greyson looked up at his hero for confirmation.
“Absolutely,” Andrew agreed, smiling proudly down at him.
“That’s my boy,” Grammy beamed.
“Um, well, if you want to learn, then it would be great if Andrew taught you.” She doubted he’d be interested otherwise. “Just be careful not to catch your fingers.”
Because no matter how much she tried not to worry, she couldn’t help wanting to wrap him in a bubble.
Greyson looked up at Andrew and, wiggling his fingers, grinned. “No Frankenstein fingers for me, right?”
Andrew winked at him. “Right.”
Not sure what he meant, she shifted her gaze to Andrew’s. “You’ll make sure he’s careful?”
“Are you kidding? Little Man knows the importance of safety first. That’s Firefighting 101.”
