Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
My aunts had happily accepted our invitation to join us in Fallbrook for the holidays…as long as we promised to deck our halls properly.
No problem.
We hung a wreath on the front door, wrapped garland around every banister, strung lights outside, and yes…we had Christmas trees. For the record, we bought two this year. One for the living area and one for my office…because we decided there should always be one in my office.
“Where and when,” I repeated with a sappy smile. “Here and soon. What do you say?”
Joe grinned. “Here? As in this house?”
“Sure. The yard is gorgeous in springtime. Or we can wait till autumn when the leaves turn orange and yellow. Or next Christmas.”
Ding dong.
He motioned for me to take his hand and led the way into the holly-bedecked entrance, stopping abruptly under the mistletoe.
“I love you, Cam. In every season. Say the word and I’m there.”
“I love you, too. Merry Christmas, love.”
Joe smiled and kissed the gold band on my left hand, then fused his lips to mine.
With every passing day, I set aside my humbug holiday misgivings and replaced them with gratitude. I believed in the spirit of Christmas. I believed in the power of love and the magic of new beginnings.
I believed in us.