A Lot Like Christmas

by Kait Nolan

  She pulled back far enough to see his face. “How are you here? You said you couldn’t come home for Christmas.”

  He let her slide down his body, but his hands gripped her hips, kneading a little, as if he couldn’t quite let her go either. “I pulled a few strings. I had to give you your Christmas present in person.”

  “I don’t want anything but you.”

  Amusement and heat lit his eyes as a grin curved his lips. “I think you’ll want this.”

  Her heart went slow and thick in her chest as he turned away and dug in one of the pockets of the bag. Was he…?

  He pulled out a fat envelope and passed it over. “Open it.”

  The back flap wasn’t sealed. She slid the contents out and unfolded the pile, finding a bunch of paperwork with official-looking seals from the United States Army. “What am I looking at?”

  “I should probably have put the last page on the front. It ought to make more sense.”

  Shuffling the pages, she found a letter from the University of Mississippi Medical School.

  Dear Mr. Malone,

  We are pleased to offer you a position in our incoming class for the coming fall semester—

  Her head snapped up. “This is an acceptance into medical school.”

  His grin turned smug. “It is.”

  “Which makes all the rest of this—?”

  “My paperwork to separate from the Army. I’m not gonna re-up. I’m coming home for good.”

  I’m coming home. His words echoed through her head, pinging around until they settled in her heart, warming it like a coal. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Ryan,” she whispered. Then she was in his arms again, her mouth on his, the papers squashed between them. He was coming home.

  Some time later, when they’d surfaced to breathe, she demanded, “How long have you been sitting on this?”

  “I started working on it right after I left you last Christmas.” He combed his fingers through her hair in that way he had and smiled at her. “I told you, you made me want something else.”

  She hadn’t known he’d been ready to change everything. He hadn’t said a word. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  On a shrug, he dropped into a chair, tugging her into his lap. “What if you changed your mind about me? About us?”

  “Ryan Malone, that is not gonna happen.”

  “I don’t know,” he drawled. “You might get sick of seeing me all the time.”

  “That’s going to take a very, very long time. And I’d like to see more of you in very short order.”

  Grinning, he tipped his face up to hers. “I support this plan. How far to your new place? You can give me the naked tour and then you can see as much of me as you want for the next—oh—forty-eight hours or so.”

  Her body went molten at the idea of two whole uninterrupted days with him. And then reality knocked her over the head. “That sounds—amazing. But there’s just one thing we have to do first.”

  “Stop for condoms? I’ve got that covered.”

  She snorted a laugh. “Look at you, being all Mr. Boy Scout. But no. I wasn’t expecting you and…well, my parents are in town for Christmas.”

  His face blanked. “They’re staying with you?”

  “No. With Carolanne. But I’m expected at family dinner in a couple of hours. Since you’re actually in town…you could come meet them.”

  “Meet your parents,” he repeated.

  Was her badass, Delta Force boyfriend actually…nervous?

  “It’ll be fine. They’re going to love you—because I do.” She hadn’t told him in all these months. She’d wanted to be able to touch him, to see him when she did.

  His chestnut eyes darkened, and he reached up to cup her cheek. “I love you, too, Hannah Wheeler.”

  She bowed her head, pressing her brow to his as the warmth of joy spread through her, rich and intoxicating as mulled wine.

  “You said we had a couple hours before dinner?”

  “Yeah.”

  Plucking her out of his lap, he set her on her feet and grabbed her hand. “Then we have enough time to get back to your place so I can show you exactly how much.”

  She was still laughing as he dragged her from the building.

  Choose Your Next Romance!

  Next up in the Wishful lineup is a delightful friends-to-lovers romance set against a class reunion. If you’ve got high school or prom trauma, you’re gonna love Dancing Away With My Heart. Plus, you’ll get to see Jace and Tara’s (Dance Me A Dream) wedding!

  If you’re in the mood for more friends-to-lovers, you can check out my latest Wishful Meet Cute Romance, Once Upon A Rescue. This one features a Mississippi blizzard, an adorkable firefighter, and a boatload of dogs. And, of course, the Casserole Patrol!

  Can’t make up your mind? Keep turning the pages for a sneak peek at both!

  Sneak Peek Dancing Away With My Heart

  Wishful Romance #12

  Reunion Prom? Is this really a thing?

  * * *

  In Wishful it is. Lexi Morales never imagined her life would turn into the premise for an 1980s teen movie. But when her big high school trauma hit like a ton of bricks, she spent the next decade trying to hide the truth. After years of careful avoidance, she's back in town to care for her injured mother, just in time for the high school reunion she never planned to attend—a reunion that evokes memories she's tried to forget.

  * * *

  Wishful's friendly neighborhood photographer, Zach Warren, has no idea why he and his best friend drifted apart. But from the first, flashbulb moment he sees Lexi all grown up, she's all he can think about—and his thoughts keep straying right out of the friendzone.

  * * *

  Zach’s offer of temporary employment while she’s in town should be a perfect fit, but acting like she's never thought of him as more than a friend turns out to be harder than Lexi ever expected. All she wants to do is get through this with her secret—and her heart—intact. One thing's for sure: Lexi is NOT going to this prom.

  * * *

  But what if ten years is just the right amount of time for Zach to finally get a clue?

  The light was perfect. A thin layer of clouds diffused the early evening sun, casting a warm glow over the Wishful town green. All along Main Street, flowers bloomed from carefully-tended planters and trees leafed out in a vibrant chorus of spring. People strolled or sat, enjoying the breezy, upper-sixties temperatures and soaking up sunshine on what was arguably an absolutely perfect spring day. Lexi’s shutter finger twitched, and she wished she’d grabbed her camera when she’d gotten out of the car. She wanted to linger in the golden hour, while everything seemed just a little bit magical. But she was on a mission. Still, she turned her face into the cool caress of the wind and gloried in the sweet scents of azaleas and jasmine.

  “Why, Lexi Morales, is that you?”

  The delighted drawl snapped Lexi out of her reverie. She blinked at the older woman, who sported a huge, shellacked helmet of hair in an I Love Lucy shade of red. Back when she’d taught tenth-grade English, she’d been known to change it as frequently as other women changed purses. There’d been a pool going on the color of the month. The winner got a whole dozen of their candybar of choice. Lexi had ended up with a lot of Snickers that year.

  “Mrs. Landon.”

  Mamie Landon beamed, opening her arms and automatically pulling Lexi in for a pillow-soft hug. “How are you, sugar? I didn’t realize you were back in town.”

  Knowing there’d be no escaping without at least a short visit, Lexi resigned herself to a delay. “Well, it wasn’t a planned thing. My mom had a fall and broke her ankle.”

  One hand went to Mrs. Landon’s ample bosom. “No! I hadn’t heard! Why, I need to bring by a casserole. What happened?”

  “She was trying to clean out the gutters and the ladder slipped. She fell right off. Clean break. She’s okay, but I’m here to help out for a few weeks until she gets back on h
er feet.” And to take care of a myriad of other things around the house that her mom had no business trying to do on her own.

  “It’s such a blessin’ that you could get away that long from your job.”

  Lexi smiled a little. “My boss is pretty accommodating.”

  “What is it you’re doing now?”

  “I’m a photographer.” She’d finally been able to afford to sign a lease on studio space in Austin. A lease she wouldn’t be able to pay if she didn’t figure something out for income while her mom recuperated.

  “That’s marvelous, darlin’. Seems like almost every memory I have of you from high school, you had a camera in your hands. You and that Warren boy. Used to be thick as thieves.”

  The faint smile froze on Lexi’s lips. Yeah, she didn’t really need a reminder of “that Warren boy.” She’d made avoiding him without being rude an art form over the past decade.

  “He’s a photographer now, too,” Mrs. Landon continued, oblivious to Lexi’s discomfort. “Runs a studio right here in town. Did you know that?”

  “Yes ma’am, I’d heard that. We keep up a little bit on social media.” It was all she’d been able to stomach. But she was back in town for longer than a weekend now. She wouldn’t be able to steer clear of him forever.

  A bright flash of color drew her attention to the fountain at the opposite end of the green. A young couple, decked out in formalwear, grinned at each other, posing in front of the post-Civil War monument that had given the town its name. Over the years, people had come from all over to make wishes in its waters. According to Lexi’s mother, the new city planner had capitalized on that colorful history over the past few years in a marketing campaign to increase tourism. Lexi supposed duping the masses with foolish hope was as good a reason to draw people to town as any, but she knew better. The fountain certainly hadn’t granted her wish all those years ago.

  Her gaze skimmed from the couple further back, searching out the photographer and hoping it would be some proud parents wanting to capture their kids in all their finery. But it wasn’t parents.

  “Oh, there’s Zach now! It’s prom night for the high school, so I figured he’d be out and about somewhere.”

  Of course, it was prom tonight. Because this walk down memory lane wouldn’t be complete without that insult to add to her very old injury.

  Lexi’s skin went hot and prickly, and a whole murmuration of starlings performed aerial acrobatics in her stomach. She hadn’t seen him in years. Not really. She could barely see him now at this distance, but she recognized his crouch with a camera lifted to his face. A face that now showed signs of a scruff he hadn’t had when they were in high school. His sun-tipped brown hair was a little long, the way she’d always liked it. He was all dialed in to his subjects, calling out orders for posing, keeping them relaxed and comfortable. He’d always had a gift for that, where she’d had to work for it. She’d always, always preferred shooting any subject that wasn’t people. But she’d gotten over it. Needing to eat was a powerful motivator, and weddings, engagements, and portraits were her bread and butter.

  Mrs. Landon took Lexi’s arm and began towing her down the sidewalk toward him, one hand lifted in a wave, despite the fact that his back was to her. Any second now she was going to sing out “Yoo hoo!” and draw his attention.

  Lexi dug in her heels. “No, Mrs. Landon, it’s bad form to interrupt a shoot. They’ll lose the light. I’ll catch up with Zach later.”

  As she watched, the boy dipped his date back in dramatic fashion. Laughter carried over the green, and Lexi felt a pinch somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. The bite of jealousy was fast and surprisingly vicious.

  Oh my God, really? You are a grown-ass woman. Are you really jealous of a couple of seventeen-year olds?

  The unfortunate truth was yes. She hated prom season and all the reminders it brought. While she wasn’t sure how she was going to make ends meet the next several weeks, she’d been thrilled to escape more of the shiny, happy teenagers and their parents, who approached the occasion with nearly as much seriousness as a wedding.

  “I’m sure he’ll be just delighted to see you.”

  Lexi doubted that. They barely qualified as friends anymore. “I’m sure it’ll be good to catch up later. I’ve got time, after all.” Sucking in a breath to calm her racing pulse, she managed another smile. “Listen, Mrs. Landon, it was so wonderful to see you, but I need to be getting on. Mama sent me into town to pick up mochas and brownies from The Grind.”

  “Of course, of course. You tell your mama I said hello now, you hear?”

  “Yes ma’am, I will.”

  “I’ll bring that casserole by later this week!”

  “We surely appreciate it. Thanks again.” Before Mrs. Landon could start in on any other subject, Lexi ducked away and hustled across the green to the coffee shop.

  As she stood in line, she managed to get herself under control. It was stupid, really. She’d known she’d see him eventually. Wishful didn’t even have a population of six thousand people. Over the past decade, she’d managed to limit those random encounters, coming home only rarely for weekends and sticking close to the house, rather than out and about. Her mother, God love the woman, had never asked for details about why Lexi no longer wanted to see the boy who’d been her best friend from the first summer before she’d started at Wishful High School, back in ninth grade. Lexi had hoped that time would dull the ache of missing him and the burn of embarrassment she felt every time she thought of him. But it hadn’t. Not yet, anyway. So, she’d have to bite the bullet, take control, and arrange to see him on her terms. After she’d had a chance to get her head screwed on straight.

  “Lexi?”

  At the sound of the familiar male voice behind her, she closed her eyes.

  Crap.

  Zach stood just inside the entryway to The Daily Grind. All thoughts of the clients he’d just finished with, and the large Zombie Killer with caramel he needed to fuel the late night of editing ahead, spilled out of his brain. The next few seconds unfolded like a series of still shots, each moment captured clear in his mind as she turned. In each one, she transformed a little bit more from the girl he remembered to the woman before him. The woman he’d barely seen in a decade. Every blink was another shutter click, storing away mental images, cataloging the differences between then and now. She was still petite, but the compact body in his memory had added more than a few curves. The rich, brown waves of her hair were longer now, pulled back in a low tail at her nape.

  But it was her. It was Lexi.

  Joy burst like a barrage of flash bulbs in his brain. But there was something else there, too. A tightness in his chest he didn’t expect. Like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. An inability to look away from those melted chocolate eyes. Had they always been this deep and piercing? Her lips curved as she smiled that familiar, Lexi smile, and the thing in his chest loosened.

  Before he could check himself, he’d closed the distance between them, scooping her into his arms, and lifting her off her feet in a fierce hug. “Damn, it’s so good to see you!”

  It took a second to register that she wasn’t hugging him back. Realizing he’d overstepped some boundary they’d never had before, he set her down, finding himself strangely reluctant to release her, as if she’d disappear in a puff of smoke the moment he stopped touching her. Lexi Morales hadn’t been a day-to-day part of his life since they’d graduated high school, but he’d never stopped thinking about her. Never stopped wondering how the hell they’d gone from easy, everyday friends, to the keep-up-on-social-media distance they had now.

  As soon as her feet hit the floor, she took a step back, and he noticed that smile he’d missed so much was a little strained around the edges. “Hi, Zach.”

  Shit, should he apologize for invading her personal space? Not knowing what else to do, he shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her again. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

  Glancing at the line
, she edged closer to the counter. “Only just. My mom broke her ankle.”

  Zach frowned. How had he not heard about that? He tried to keep up with Mama Morales since Lexi was more than a few hours away in Texas. “That’s awful. Is she okay?”

  “Yeah. But she can’t manage on her own right now, so I’m here for a few weeks to help out.” There was a flash of…something in her eyes before they shuttered.

  Zach realized he’d seen that before, when she’d started to retreat at the end of high school. He hadn’t known what to do with that back then. She’d never hidden what she was thinking or feeling before. It had always been one of the things he’d loved about her. He knew exactly where he stood with her. When she’d started pulling away, he’d thought it was a phase. She’d always been an intensely private person, so when she’d put up boundaries, he’d respected them instead of demanding she tell him what was going on. He’d thought she’d snap out of it. She hadn’t. High school had ended, they’d gone to different schools, and somehow…they’d never found their way back to the friends they used to be. He’d been able to keep up with her on social media. Maybe that had made him feel like they were still closer than they actually were because he was painfully aware that he couldn’t read her right now.

  He didn’t know where this standoffishness was coming from. Okay, maybe she hadn’t responded the way he wanted when he’d reached out online. They’d both been busy with their respective lives. It happened. But maybe it was more than that. Did she have something going on that he ought to be concerned about? As far as he was concerned, they were still friends. If she needed support for something, he wanted to be there for her.

  The line moved, and they took another step toward the register. “Is everything all right with you being here that long?”

  The question seemed to take her aback. “What?”