Christmas Cowboy

by Claire Adams

  “Hey, put a smile on your face!” I said. “Today's the big day!”

  Gretchen slowly smiled and shook her head. “Honestly, I think you're more excited than I am about this,” she said. “Which, it's my business.”

  “And Mina's more excited than the both of us combined,” I said, grinning even more broadly.

  “Yeah,” Gretchen said, shaking her head. She stretched widely. “So, what, it's time to get going already? I thought the ceremony wasn't going to be happening until the afternoon.”

  “That's true,” I said. “But we have to go to the airport before the big event.”

  “Oh, really?” Gretchen asked, frowning. “And why is that?” I could sense some mistrust behind her tone, and I hurriedly soothed it.

  “I'm not going anywhere,” I told her, stroking her arm. “Jeff's flying in for the big day, though.”

  “Oh, wow, really?” Gretchen asked, looking surprised.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I told him about my new role as a business consultant, and he was excited. And winter's been a bit cruel to Boston this year, so I'm sure he's just looking for any excuse to get out of there and escape to someplace warm!”

  Gretchen laughed. “Yeah, I can only imagine what that must be like. What time does his flight come in?”

  “In about an hour and a half,” I said slyly. “I thought that before we got out of bed, maybe we could…”

  I didn't have to say more. Gretchen quickly rolled so that she was straddling my hips, grinning mischievously down at me.

  A little while later, we pulled up outside the arrivals terminal at the airport and waited for Jeff to come out to the car. He appeared quickly and dumped his luggage on the curb as he reached to hug both of us. “Great to see you, bro,” he said. “And great to see you too, Gretchen. I've heard a lot about you.”

  Gretchen laughed and shook her head. “I've heard a lot about you too!” she said. “I'm glad that you're here to help us celebrate the opening of the new business.”

  “Me too,” Jeff said. “And I'm happy to be someplace where I don't have to worry about my fingers freezing off!”

  “I told you he was just looking for an excuse to get out of Boston,” I complained, winking at Gretchen.

  She giggled. “Hey, isn't that just what you were doing when you first came here?” she asked. “For all I know, you're still just here because you can't handle New York's winters!”

  I laughed and shook my head, loading Jeff's luggage into my new but nondescript silver car.

  “So, tell me what I can look forward to today,” Jeff said to Gretchen as we drove, leaning forward from the back seat.

  Gretchen laughed. “It's a good excuse to have a party,” she said. “And our new shop is down on the beach, so as it gets into the evening, we'll probably get a couple of bonfires started and have a sort of miniature luau. Good food, good alcohol, good people, what more could you need?”

  “There will, of course, be plenty of pineapple on offer,” I said, rolling my eyes a little but grinning nonetheless. “You don't know how many piña colada recipes I've had to try over the past couple weeks. Mina was so intent on making them perfect.”

  “Oh, woe is you,” Jeff said sarcastically. “You just had to spend your days sitting on a beach and sipping piña coladas?”

  I snorted. “I know, right? How did I get this lucky?”

  “You worked hard,” Jeff said quietly. “Luck had nothing to do with it.”

  I glanced over at Gretchen and then reached over to squeeze her hand. “I wouldn't say luck had nothing to do with it,” I said, pleased to hear her giggle in response to that.

  The beach was already pretty crowded by the time we arrived, and Mina was buzzing all over the place trying to make sure that everyone was happy. “There you are!” she exclaimed when she saw us. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to run this whole thing by myself!”

  “Which you would have done an excellent job of,” Gretchen soothed.

  “Sorry,” I said, grimacing a little because I knew that it was my fault that we were late. “We had to pick up my brother—this is Jeff—from the airport on the way, and the traffic was really bad getting back here; there was an accident. It looks like you've been doing a great job, though.”

  “Can we get the speeches and the formal part out of the way first?” Mina asked.

  “Sure thing,” Gretchen said. She grabbed her friend's hand and led her up onto the front porch, which today would double as a stage. Then, she looked back at me, frowning when she saw I was still standing there next to Jeff. She beckoned me up toward the stage, and after a sharp nudge from my brother, I slowly made my way up to join them.

  “This is your day,” I said in an undertone to Gretchen.

  “I never would have made it here without your help,” Gretchen shot back. “It's our day.”

  The way she smiled up at me left me unable to argue.

  “Hi everybody,” she said into the microphone, giving a little wave. “Neighbors and friends and whoever else our neighbors and friends have dragged along.” There was a short laugh at that. “A lot of you out there know Mina and me, and most of you are getting to know Christian as well. Now, Mina and I have been operating our businesses next to one another for years now. Lately, we've been successful at intermingling our client pool, so that people who come to me for a massage then go to her for a shake and people who come to her for pineapple then come to me for a massage. Our aim in all of this has been to give everyone the most relaxing experience that they can have on this beautiful island.”

  “But there's so much more to our partnership than that,” Mina said. “I'm lucky enough to be standing up here with my best friend, and about to go into business with her. We believe that a great shop experience begins the moment you encounter the smiling face of your shopkeeper, and we both know that with the two of us working together, we're always going to be smiling.”

  They continued talking along this vein for a little while, and I, along with most of the audience, I was sure, couldn't help from smiling along with them at their sheer enthusiasm at the fact that they were going to be coworkers. Finally, they wrapped it up, and together they cut the brightly-colored ribbon that had been strung across the back doors to the new place. The crowd erupted in cheers, and then it was time for the party to start.

  “Just like a luau, huh?” Gretchen asked a little while later, smiling next to me as we watched people begin grilling up tasty bites for dinner.

  “Pretty much,” I said, grinning at her. “Looks like Mina's having a good day too, doesn't it?”

  Gretchen looked over where I was pointed and gaped at her friend. I'd been watching them over the course of the past few hours, and Mina was unmistakably flirting, tossing back her hair every once in a while, and totally focusing all of her body language toward-

  “Is that your brother?” Gretchen asked in surprise.

  “Yup,” I said, grinning over at her. “He's not a billionaire like some of us, but he's a pretty good guy.”

  Gretchen snorted and lightly hit my arm. But I could tell that she was pleased to see Mina looking happy. “Do you think that she's ever going to convince him to leave Boston and move down here?” she mused.

  “Stranger things have happened,” I said, shrugging.

  “That they have,” Gretchen said. She bit her lower lip. “So, I know that you're part of the business now, as a consultant if nothing more, but…”

  “Are you asking me again whether I regret moving down here?” I asked, turning to face her. “Because I definitely, definitely don't. And you don't need to ask me that every month, you know!”

  Gretchen sighed. “I love seeing you here with all my friends and everyone else. You look like you're having fun, but I don't want you to feel like I'm holding you back. I know managing a little massage parlor-slash-pineapple shop probably wasn't exactly what you had in mind for your life.”

  “Gretchen,” I sighed, wondering how to make her see the
truth. There was only one thing that I could say. “You know that I love you, don't you?”

  Gretchen stared up at me in surprise. “You do?”

  “Yeah, baby. I love you,” I told her firmly. “More than you could even know.”

  She stared at me for another moment and then smiled broadly. “I love you too,” she said quietly, almost shyly, as though there were anything left for either of us to be shy about. She bit her lower lip and then laughed a little. “So, we aren't just fucking anymore?”

  I snorted and shoved her, almost succeeding in toppling her onto the sand. “I'll show you a good fucking when we get back home if you're going to have a mouth like that,” I told her.

  “You'd better,” she said, a challenge in her eyes. Then, her expression softened a little and she gave me an uncertain look. “You aren't sorry that you came here?” she asked, clearly needing to hear it one more time.

  “I'm honestly not at all sorry about it,” I told her, punctuating the words with a filthy kiss, which she eagerly returned.

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly as we broke apart. “Okay, I'm glad to hear that.”

  Epilogue

  Christian

  I groaned as Gretchen lightly shook my shoulder. I'd been up late the night before. I'd gotten caught up working on the boat out in the garage, and the next thing I'd known, it had been three in the morning, and I still hadn't gone to bed. Gretchen had to know that I'd gone to bed late, too, since she'd clearly stayed up waiting for me, she'd eventually fallen asleep with a book in her hands.

  I'd come back to the room and found her like that, and I hadn't been able to hide a fond smile as I watched her. It seemed like every new day, every new caring gesture that she made, I loved her more, as though that were somehow possible. But she was so wonderful.

  “Give me five more minutes,” I mumbled, turning my face into the pillow.

  “But then your breakfast is going to get cold,” Gretchen said, and when I cracked an eye open, I saw that she had brought me breakfast in bed.

  But of course she had because it was Sunday morning, and she always brought me breakfast in bed on Sunday mornings, just like I always cooked dinner for her on her days off. I always insisted that she didn't have to do that, but she liked doing it, and it wasn't like I was complaining about it.

  I pushed myself up into a sitting position, surprised to see how late it already was. “One o'clock already?” I asked, baffled to see that.

  “Yeah, you were asleep,” Gretchen said, smiling fondly at me. “I didn't have the heart to wake you up any sooner.”

  “I slept well,” I admitted, stretching broadly.

  “And how's the boat coming along?” she asked.

  “Really well, actually,” I told her. “I think I'll have it ready to sail by the time summer starts.”

  “Awesome,” she said. She slipped into bed next to me and pulled her tray over her lap as she cuddled up next to me. “You know, I am still worried that you're just going to sail away and disappear one of these days,” she teased.

  “You know I wouldn't do that,” I said easily.

  “Hmm,” was all Gretchen said, even though I knew she couldn't possibly think that anymore. She had finally stopped asking me if I regretted moving to Hawaii, and things had been going great between us over the past couple years.

  “You're coming to the luau tonight, right?” I asked her, trying to sound nonchalant.

  “What luau?” she asked, frowning at me.

  I shrugged. “Mark told me about it,” I said. “You didn't hear about it from Mina?”

  “No,” Gretchen said frowning. “I've been pretty busy with work lately, what with all the new clients that we've been taking on. I think I need to find another masseuse to take some of the work because Mina and I are pretty much booked solid!”

  “I know,” I said. “I've missed seeing you lately.”

  “You see me every evening,” Gretchen said, rolling her eyes a little, but she was smiling. “And every day off as well, with the rare exception of the days that Mina and I both take off.”

  “I know,” I said. “But it's not enough.”

  Gretchen laughed. “What about this luau tonight? What are we even celebrating, anyway?”

  “Do you need a reason to celebrate to have a luau?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

  “Well, I guess not,” Gretchen said, giggling a little.

  I shrugged again. “I don't know what it's about, I just know Mark told me about it, and he has his finger on the pulse here, so I'm sure there is one. You'll go with me, right?”

  “Maybe you and Mark should just have a guy's night,” Gretchen suggested. “I have appointments tomorrow, nothing too early in the day because Mina said she'd take those, but even still.” She shook her head. “Honestly, I've been working a little too much lately, I think. I'm just tired. As fun as a luau sounds, I don't think I can make it.”

  I sighed and lightly stroked the back of her neck. “I understand that,” I said. “I know just how hard you've been working, and your clients do as well. But don't you think we could have just one night of fun? I'm not saying that we have to stay out until late or anything like that, but maybe we could just go for an hour or two and then head home? I'm sure there are a lot of people there who'd like to see you and ask how the business is going, and you don't want to leave all the talking to Mina, do you?”

  “No,” Gretchen admitted, grimacing a little. She sighed. “Fine, I'll go,” she finally agreed. “But just for an hour or two. And then I want to come straight back here and curl up on the couch with you to watch some shitty TV.”

  “That's a deal,” I said, reaching out a hand so that we could shake on it. I grinned slyly at her. “Would you wear that pretty green dress that I love on you?” I asked.

  Gretchen laughed. “Sure,” she said, blushing a little.

  That night, when we got to the beach, Gretchen looked around in confusion, even more confusion than she'd sported when I insisted on “dressing up” a little, in khaki shorts and a green button-down shirt that matched her dress. Of course, it was nothing like the dressing up that I used to do in New York, but she'd grown pretty accustomed to seeing me in t-shirts by this point. I had to hide a grin.

  “No one's here yet,” Gretchen said slowly, looking around. “Are you sure that Mark said there was going to be a luau?”

  “Yeah,” I said, shrugging a little. “Maybe everyone's getting a late start since it's a work day. But come on, let's take a little walk down the beach. If we come back and no one's here, then we'll head home and have that TV date that I promised you.”

  “Okay,” Gretchen said.

  We ambled hand-in-hand down the beach, just on the line where the ocean met the shore. “It's still so beautiful out here,” I sighed as we walked along. “You know, I am so lucky to have met you and to have you in my life.”

  Gretchen laughed a little. “I'm lucky too,” she said. “I never thought I was going to end up loving someone like you.”

  “You are the sexiest, most beautiful, most talented woman that I know,” I continued. “When you want something, you get it. You constantly keep me on my toes. You have from the first day that I met you. That's what makes dating you so much fun. You've got a real spark to you. And I love that.”

  Gretchen giggled. “What, are you trying to make me blush?” she asked.

  “You're adorable when you blush,” I told her. “Honestly. I don't know what it is about it, but I love that you still get so shy around me sometimes, as though we haven't been intimately living together for the past couple of years. And I love hearing you giggle. It's cute.”

  “Seriously, Christian, what's going on?” Gretchen asked, pulling me around to face her, looking searchingly up into my face.

  I smiled gently down at her. “I'm just trying to tell you how much I love you, that's all,” I told her, steering her into walking again. We were almost there.

  “You don't have to-”

 
“Yes, I do,” I interrupted her. “I want to make sure that you know, every single day for the rest of your life, how special you are to me, and how much I love you. I want to wake up with you every morning, and I want to go to bed with you every night. I want to stay with you here in Hawaii, or wherever we end up living. I want to build a home and a life with you.” I turned to face her as I led her into the spot that Mark and I had chosen.

  Then, I sank down on one knee, as Mark illuminated the fairy lights all around us, showing the elaborate flower trellises and other decorations that we'd set up.

  “Gretchen Means, I would very much like for you to do me the honor of becoming my wife.”

  Gretchen stared down at me, her hands up over her mouth. Then, she looked around at the decorations, and then back at me. “Did you…”

  “Yes,” I told her. “I had a little help from Mark and Mina, but it was my idea.”

  She shook her head and then laughed, reaching a hand down toward me and cupping my cheek. “Yes,” she said, the sound choked with emotion. “Yes, Christian, God, yes. I would be so lucky to be your wife.”

  I smiled at her and slipped the ring out of its box, sliding it carefully onto her third finger.

  “God, it's gorgeous,” Gretchen said, her fingers tracing the pattern of flowers, dotted with little diamond centers, which swirled around the ring.

  “If you don't like it, we can return it and get you something else,” I told her. I hadn't been sure about the design. Something about it spoke to me.

  “I love it,” Gretchen told me, reaching down to pull me to my feet. “And I love you too.” She leaned in to kiss me. As we kissed, cheering and clapping broke out around us, and I grinned.

  Gretchen whirled toward the sound and blushed brilliantly as she realized that pretty much everyone that she knew was there. They'd been waiting off in the shadows, but they'd seen the whole thing. She turned back to me, laughing. “You did all of this?” she asked.