Christmas in Eastport by Susan R. Hughes

Author:Susan R. Hughes [Hughes, Susan R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

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When my mother began filling the sink with soapy water to wash her good china, Vicky shooed her away, insisting on taking over the chore. She tried to send the rest of us to the living room, but Mom and Ed elected to stay in the kitchen to keep her company.

The sleep-inducing chemicals in the turkey and pie having hit my system, I wandered to the living room by myself. Sinking onto the leather couch, I tipped my head back against the cushion and let my eyes slide shut, half-listening to the chatter drifting in from the kitchen.

A gentle sound of tapping on glass made me look up. When I caught sight of Mitch’s face in the window, behind the potted begonias and philodendrons lining the windowsill, my heart leapt.

Standing on the porch, near the door, he motioned for me to come to him. I leapt off the couch, hurried to open the door and stole quietly out into the dark. The cold night air bit through my sweater, but the chill no longer bothered me once Mitch swept me into his arms and sealed his mouth to mine.

“You slipped away from your family dinner?” I asked, once released from his sultry kiss.

“I had to see you.” He kissed me again, slow and lush, until my knees grew limp and I clung to his shoulders to keep myself upright. “Come back to the tavern tonight.”

“I can’t. Mom would kill me.”

“I’m heading back to Kitchener tomorrow morning.” Mitch’s gaze roamed hungrily over my face, his dark eyes luminous in the pale light from the porch lamp. “Meet me for breakfast first?”

I nodded eagerly. With his hand softly caressing my cheek, I felt cherished. “Why don’t you come inside for a bit?”

“I shouldn’t. Grandma’s about to serve her signature pecan pie and I’d better be there.”

“I wish you were staying longer.” I linked my fingers at his nape, my heart growing heavy at the thought of letting him go.

“Me too. I hate leaving you.” Rather than break away from my arms, he bent his head and teased my throat with tantalizing little kisses, his breath heating my skin. I shivered with yearning as his fingers wove into my hair and made my scalp tingle pleasantly.

“Can’t you stay another day?” I asked, my voice trailing off into a moan.

“I have a meeting on Tuesday that I can’t get out of.” His lips traced my jaw and lingered at the corner of my mouth. “Why don’t I come down and spend next weekend with you? The Niagara region’s beautiful this time of year.”

No sooner did my heart thump with excitement at the idea than trepidation crept up my spine. “Can we keep this going, Mitch? How long before the hour-and-a-half drive between St. Catharines and Kitchener gets to be too much?”

He gathered me a little closer, his gaze warm on mine. “I’d drive all night to see you.”

“You say that now, but you just might get tired of it after a while.”

“Carly, don’t look for problems.

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