Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
There have been times when Zane is sitting next to me and we’re sharing a bowl of popcorn, I find that I want to take the porcelain murder weapon and crack it over his head for what he’s done. And then, I look at him, really look at him, and remember how earlier before we sat down, he pulled me into his arms and apologized. He tells me every day, multiple times a day, how sorry he is for messing everything up.
It's not all his fault. Especially after he told me about his phone call with Caryn. I wish I had been there with him, to console him after she told him how she manipulated their lives. Who does that sort of thing? She could’ve destroyed Zane if he hadn’t decided to visit when he had.
The fact that her father did her bidding makes my stomach roll. Had Zane never gone to the job fair or maybe if I had gone with him, this might not have happened. We’d be married by now and possibly parents. Our lives would be so different.
I glide the scissors through the wrapping paper and then fold the sides in, placing tape on the flaps. When Zane told me he told Caryn to pretty much keep his clothes, my mom and I drove over to Albany to the mall and went on a mini shopping spree. His Christmas is going to be like he’s ten years old again and getting a whole new wardrobe. I’m sure after he opens his second pair of slacks, he’ll be a moody child waiting for the coveted video game he asked for.
After adding a ribbon, which I know will slow Zane down when it comes time to open his presents, I move on to the next. There are two stacks for him. One will go to my parents, while the other will go to his dad’s. It’s important for him to have some time with his dad on Christmas morning.
Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” plays through the portable speaker in the office. Most of the time, Noelle’s in charge of the playlist, but from Thanksgiving until Christmas, there is only one possible sound we will listen to. It’s a good thing she likes the holidays as much as I do, or she’d probably want a new job.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I plan to take the rest of the week off to chill. I gave Noelle the week off as well, with pay, so she won’t have to use vacation time. I was going to use the I’m week to figure things out where Zane is concerned. But I already know how I feel.
From the moment I saw him at the farm, I knew I was still in love with him. It would be so easy to just say to the heck with it and throw caution to the wind. It’s what I want to do, despite being worried about what others might think. I don’t want to have to defend myself. And Zane shouldn’t have to either. There isn’t a doubt in my mind Zane and I are meant to be together. But also, I have to ask myself if I’m enough to keep him here. I wasn’t enough for him before.
He's here now and hasn’t gone back. That should be enough.
It is enough.
He’s enough.
I finish wrapping and take the gifts to my car. Now that I’m done selling trees and delivering goods to the fine people of Deer Ridge, I’ve gone back to driving my Santa Fe. It’s a bit more practical, but not as fun. Or as noticeable. Everyone knows what the Reindeer Ridge truck looks like.
As soon as I get back inside, I shiver from the cold and kick my snow covered boots off. There’s one gift left in my apartment with Zane’s name on it. I carry it to the tree and place it on one of the branches. We didn’t talk about exchanging presents. I think he might wonder if it’s too soon. Him being here is the only gift I want.
The apartment door opens. I tilt my head toward the sound of Zane coming up the stairs. It’s been a week of him staying with me and I’ve already memorized the way he climbs the stairs. I turn as he reaches the landing, his bright grin greeting me.
“Hey,” he says as he comes toward me. With no hesitation in his steps, he’s in front of me with his lips pressed to mine. His hand cups my face, holding me at the perfect angle for his tall frame. My hand grips his wrist, more for control than anything when his tongue touches mine. I whimper, needing more, but not willing to go there yet.
Zane pulls away, even though I don’t want him to. He rests his forehead against mine and sighs.