The Christmas Catch
“They were at Mac’s Market, the sole grocers in the tiny village on the outskirts of Burlington. Already they had chocolate bars and graham crackers. Their list was nearly complete. “Can’t forget the cocoa,” she said, smiling at her son. She reached for it but it was high on a shelf, all the way to the back.
“Here, let me help with that,” a familiar masculine voice said over her shoulder.
Christine heard a happy bark and turned to find the man from the road behind her. He wore winter boots, jean...s, and a gray college sweatshirt beneath his open parka. Up close and personal, he looked even better than he had outdoors, his short dark hair and ruddy complexion a heady complement to his eyes.
“Well, hello,” he said with a smile. Mason wriggled on his haunches beside him, wagging his tail. Tyler stared up at the guy and his jaw dropped.
“Are you really an angel?”
“Beg pardon?”
“Mommy says you’re an angel.”
Christine felt her face flush. “Oh no, I think he misunderstood.MoreLess
“Here, let me help with that,” a familiar masculine voice said over her shoulder.
Christine heard a happy bark and turned to find the man from the road behind her. He wore winter boots, jean...s, and a gray college sweatshirt beneath his open parka. Up close and personal, he looked even better than he had outdoors, his short dark hair and ruddy complexion a heady complement to his eyes.
“Well, hello,” he said with a smile. Mason wriggled on his haunches beside him, wagging his tail. Tyler stared up at the guy and his jaw dropped.
“Are you really an angel?”
“Beg pardon?”
“Mommy says you’re an angel.”
Christine felt her face flush. “Oh no, I think he misunderstood.MoreLess
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