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“I said that I think you’re the kind of girl I’m going to marry.” He snuggled up closer.
“Um, did I miss something?”
He propped himself up and looked down at her. “Miss something? Trilby, don’t you remember last night?” … Continue readingOh, Boy. Not Again!
The world looked like a snow globe. In the illumination of a street lamp, she saw two silhouettes drawing closer.
“Oh, just kiss him already, Trilby.” Marta whispered.
She did. … Continue readingChristmas Eve Ball (Part 5)
“Jeb, what the actual heck are you wearing? I was so glad to see you that I didn’t even see this, this,” She waved her hands helplessly. “this suit of yours. Did you lose a contest or something?” … Continue readingChristmas Eve Ball (Part 4)
People began to settle down as he put on his headset.
“If you can hear me, say ‘Merry Christmas’.”
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
“Good, this thing is working. Thanks, Amy.” … Continue readingChristmas Eve Ball (Part 3)
“What if I meet somebody?”
“In this town? You already know everybody and have ruled every last one of them out. You’re stunning and you’re too good for every single man out there.” … Continue readingChristmas Eve Ball (Part 2)
In this weather, getting back could take a long time. Why? Have you heard something?
No. Not yet. I just know that Aundrea isn’t going to stay long if we don’t know that he’s definitely going to show up.
He did promise to do his best to get back … Continue readingChristmas Eve Ball
Road To Wyoming Pass “Jeb, I think it’s a good thing you padded that thing with extra blankets.” Brendan was hanging onto what he affectionately referred to as the ‘Oh Crap Handle’ above the passenger door. “Yes, it’s a long … Continue readingRoad To Wyoming Pass
Ssshhh… Trilby was heading for the elevator when she noticed a familiar salt and pepper ponytail. “Phyl?” “Shh!” One of the library assistants hissed. Trilby waved her badge at the girl and knelt down next to Phyllis. “I thought you’d … Continue readingSsshhh…
Cinnamon Rolls Aundrea was rolling out dough for another batch of cinnamon rolls when she heard Jenny talking to a man with a familiar voice. Not Jeb. Probably just a customer. “Sure, she’s right in there.” Salesman? “Knock, knock.” She … Continue readingCinnamon Rolls
Not Romantic, Fickle Love Pastor Greg made his way to the pulpit to deliver his sermon. “And now we come full circle on the Advent wreath. The fourth and final Sunday of this season of penitence and preparation is about … Continue readingNot Romantic, Fickle Love
