She was pouting. She knew she was pouting. She couldn’t help herself. The last two days since Nick’s proposal had been nothing short of magical and yet, she was sulking.
“Want to talk about it?” Twila asked her not looking up from the books she was reviewing at her desk in the B&B.
Grier was sitting on the other side of the desk, her lips pursed and her mind running at an alarming rate. “Not really.”
“You’re engaged to a gorgeous man who adores you. You’re edgy. Why?”
She picked at her fingernails, “he’s going back home tomorrow.” She felt bad for complaining.
“It’s been the plan all along.”
“If he has to go home on Christmas Eve every year, it means I’ll never spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with him and my family at the same time.”
Twila’s head lifted and she faced her, “wha
