Page 60 of Wrapped Up in Christmas Hope
Morgan’s face heated even before her gaze met Andrew’s. She’d not seen him since they’d picked up the reindeer the week before, but they’d talked on the phone when he’d called to let her know that he’d checked on the reindeer and that they were adjusting well.
“Hey Morgan,” Ben said, smiling at her. “You make some of those delish brownies for tonight?”
“Hi Ben,” she said back, her gaze staying on Andrew. “No, those require the assistance of my helper, and he had other plans tonight.”
“Other plans?” Andrew’s brow arched. “Hot date with the girlfriend?”
“Bite your tongue,” Morgan scolded. “He’s at a slumber party.”
“Good for Greyson. I’m glad he’s getting to know the kids here.”
“Me, too,” Morgan agreed, super aware that, although conversations were going on around them, they were being watched. “He’s still talking about our quick trip to the mountains to get Rosie’s reindeer.”
“It was a good day,” he agreed, his gaze locked with hers and saying so much more than mere words.
It had been a good day. A wonderful day. And she had missed him every day since.
Oh Lord. She shouldn’t miss him. John’s words ran through her mind. His spin made her attraction to Andrew so much more palatable.
But no less scary.
“Andrew, Morgan has never seen Hamilton House,” Sarah said. “Why don’t you give her a tour?”
The corner of Andrew’s mouth curved upward. “I could do that.”
When they were in the hallway, away from the others, he gave a low laugh. “Obvious, aren’t they?”
She pinched up her fingers. “Just a smidge.”
“Do you actually want to see Hamilton House, Morgan?”
“Sure. Why not?”
He held out his hands in a showy fashion. “This is the hallway.”
“Really?” she asked, pretending to be shocked. “I never would have guessed.”
“I could tell that by your lost expression. I’ll keep the tour simple so as not to overwhelm you.”
“I appreciate that,” she said as they stepped into a gorgeous bedroom as fully decorated for the holidays as any other room in the house. Wow. She loved the hand-sewn red and green Christmas quilt on the bed and couldn’t resist going over to touch the soft cotton material.
“You going to tell me what I really want to know?” he asked, coming to stand by the bed.
“What’s that?”
“Did you miss me?” His eyes twinkled and the corner of his mouth had inched up.
“It’s not been that long,” she said, her heart tapping out a crazy reindeer-on-the-roof rhythm.
“Over a week.”
“That long?” she asked, hoping she sounded surprised.
She must have because Andrew laughed and asked, “Greyson get his ornament turned in for the coloring contest?”
Morgan nodded. “He did, but I’m bummed I didn’t get to see it before he turned it in.”
“Once Chief, Maybelle, and the other judges go through them and pull the finalists out, they’ll be hung around the fire hall. I know the names are only allowed on the backs of the pages, but if I figure out which one is his, I can snap a picture and text it to you.”
