A New Tradition (A Small Town Romance Short Story Series) by Kappes Tonya

Author:Kappes, Tonya [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: MagiCal Press
Published: 2012-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“Henry,” I put him down in the cabin, and then peeked out the window, watching Wynn drive off on the snowmobile, “I should yell at you for running off. But who am I to stand in the way of love?”

He whined as if he understood what I was saying.

I went back over to the boxes to find all the other decorations for the house. Before I put up the artificial tree and the other knick-knacks, I put the salmon I had brought for tonight’s dinner in the oven and some rice on the stove.

With a glass of wine and a little holiday music, I had the cabin decorated in no time. It wasn’t exactly the way mom did it, but it was close enough.

While my dinner finished cooking, I got out my laptop and the Bassett files and placed them neatly on the old country-style table my father had made out of an old barn door. I wanted to make sure that everything was ready for tomorrow. I turned on my computer to make sure the internet modem was up and ready. It worked perfectly. I was able to check my emails just before the oven timer went off.

“It’s time.” I pulled the salmon out of the oven and turned the stove off.

Henry followed me upstairs to the bedroom where I had taken my bags. Carefully, I pulled out my Holly Golightly black dress that I wore every time I watched Breakfast At Tiffany’s, pulled my long black hair up into a bun, styled my bangs to the side, and securely bobby-pinned my tiara in place.

We went back downstairs with my DVD in hand. With the movie in the player, I filled my plate, grabbed my wine, and settled on the couch. Propping my feet up on the coffee table, I sat my plate on my lap.

Sigh. . .

“This is cozy.” I took a bite, but didn’t even swallow before there was a knock at the door. Henry jumped down, running to the door, pawing at it. “Who in the world is here?”

I sat the plate on the coffee table and peeled back the curtain to see if I could see anyone. Instantly, I knew it was Wynn when I saw the snowmobile parked in front.

Swinging the door open, a rush of snow and cold air hit my shoulders, reminding me I had on my Breakfast at Tiffany’s costume.

“Wynn.” I felt around my head and pulled off the tiara. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might need some of this.” He eyed me suspiciously while holding up a thermos in one hand and Eliza in the other. “But I see that you are busy,” he strained to see inside, “with a date?”

“Date?” I looked down and laughed. “Just Henry. Come on in.”

Henry danced around my feet and jumped up on Wynn trying to get to Eliza as she squirmed in Wynn’s arms.

“Are you sure?” He asked before he stepped in.

“Yes.” I held the door open as he stomped his feet on the door frame, knocking off any snow.

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