Page 54 of Wrapped Up in Christmas Hope
She’d lived on military bases all over, so snow didn’t bother her. Keeping Greyson safe did, though.
“It sure is beautiful, isn’t it?” she mused, looking out her window at the gorgeous snowy mountains in the distance. White clung to the trees, coating them with a wintery layer.
“I love snow,” Greyson said from the back.
“Just wait until you taste it.”
“What?” Morgan asked, smiling at Andrew.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never stuck out your tongue to catch a snowflake,” he said, grinning as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Never that I was old enough to remember,” she admitted.
“We’ll change that today.”
“I want to taste a snowflake,” Greyson announced.
“Absolutely,” Andrew said. “Because it doesn’t look as if this is going to let up anytime soon.”
It wasn’t snowing hard, just a flurry of big fat snowflakes hitting the windshield one after another to instantly melt away.
“There’s the sign for the Christmas Village,” Morgan said, pointing. “This must be our turn.”
Within minutes they’d reached the picturesque Christmas Village’s entrance.
“Frank said to pull around to the back of the main buildings rather than stopping at the parking area,” Andrew told them as he drove past the parking sign.
When they’d parked, Andrew grabbed his jacket. Morgan twisted to look back at Greyson. He was already unbuckling his car seat strap.
“Put on your coat,” she reminded him as she put on hers, then donned her scarf, gloves, and hat. Andrew opened her truck door, surprising her.
It had been a long time since a man had opened a door for her. Trey had loved her, was good to her, but he hadn’t been the type to open doors or pull out chairs or that kind of thing. Andrew’s gesture caught her completely off-guard.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she told him, feeling self-conscious.
“You trying to get me in trouble with my grandma?”
Morgan smiled. “Couldn’t have that.”
“Besides, my buddy needs to learn how to treat a lady.”
Greyson’s eyes grew big. “I do?”
“Someday you might have a girlfriend,” Andrew told him as he took Greyson’s hand to help him jump down from the truck.
“I already have one,” Greyson announced.
“You do?” she asked, trying not to let her surprise, and horror, show.
“Way to go,” Andrew said, fist-bumping with Greyson.
“Is my Mommy your girlfriend?”
Morgan’s breath caught. No, she wanted to say, because she wasn’t. She wasn’t interested in dating at all, and he didn’t date single moms. She’d never even meant for them to become friends.
Andrew’s gaze cut her way, searched hers for a moment, then his expression unreadable, he answered her son, “My grandma taught me to open the door for all ladies, not just my girlfriend. It’s a good habit for a man to get into. Remember that.”
Although part of Morgan was disappointed at the way he’d dodged the question, her heart filled with gratitude that he was teaching her son such great habits. Just as she was about to comment on his good manners, Andrew stuck out his tongue.
