Trading Christmas (2011)
“Grabbing her housecoat, she hurried down the stairs.
“Morning,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Faith rubbed the sleep from her eyes. He had to be joking. But then she glanced at the kitchen clock and couldn’t believe she’d slept this late. It was the deepest, most relaxed sleep she’d had in months. She hadn’t realized how tired she’d been.
“Coffee?” Charles lifted the glass pot.
“Please.” She tightened the belt of her velour robe and sat down at the table, shaking the... hair away from her face. Charles brought her a mug, which he’d filled with coffee. She added cream and held it in both hands, basking in the warmth that spread through her palms. They’d spent the most enjoyable evening talking and drinking wine and… “What are your plans for today?” he asked.
Faith hadn’t given it much consideration. “Maybe I’ll walk into town a bit later.”
Charles mulled that over. “Would you object to company?”
“You?” she gasped.MoreLess
“Morning,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Faith rubbed the sleep from her eyes. He had to be joking. But then she glanced at the kitchen clock and couldn’t believe she’d slept this late. It was the deepest, most relaxed sleep she’d had in months. She hadn’t realized how tired she’d been.
“Coffee?” Charles lifted the glass pot.
“Please.” She tightened the belt of her velour robe and sat down at the table, shaking the... hair away from her face. Charles brought her a mug, which he’d filled with coffee. She added cream and held it in both hands, basking in the warmth that spread through her palms. They’d spent the most enjoyable evening talking and drinking wine and… “What are your plans for today?” he asked.
Faith hadn’t given it much consideration. “Maybe I’ll walk into town a bit later.”
Charles mulled that over. “Would you object to company?”
“You?” she gasped.MoreLess
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