Love, Laughter and Happily Ever After: A Short Story Collection by Daisy Prescott

Author:Daisy Prescott [Prescott, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Tom

“Hey, Tom.” Erik Kelso is setting up a bar stool outside the front door of the Dog House as I cross the street. His Santa hat droops over the left side of his head. He resembles an oversized elf.

“Pretty cold out here for sidewalk drinking.” I stop next to his perch. The forecast is for flurries and the damp night air is cold enough for snow. “Or is Olaf carding tonight?”

“Ha, when was the last time Olaf paid for a bouncer?” Pointing above our heads, he gives me a grin. Hanging over us is a ball of mistletoe. I step back and away from its shadow. All along the street, balls of greenery and mistletoe decorate the doorways. Some shops even have chalkboards outside to tally kisses. I have to give the guy credit for the stool.

“Nice,” I tell him.

He holds up his fist for a bump. “I figure why try to work the entire street, when I can sit here comfortably and wait for the ladies to come to me. Carter is pissed he didn’t think of it first.”

I look around for the other Kelso brother, but don’t see him inside at the bar.

“Carter’s down the block at the pizzeria. We decided to divide and conquer.”

Resembling big yellow puppies, the two of them could be John and I a few years ago. I hate to admit it, but their game might even be better than ours. I never thought to set up a stool under a kissing ball. That’s horny guy genius at work right there.

“The women won’t know what to do with themselves.” I bump his fist, giving him his deserved props.

“Speaking of women, does Hailey have any clue what you’re planning for Christmas?”

I shake my head. “So far, nope. You guys coming over tomorrow to help me? The girls are scheduled to head over to Seattle to go shopping for the day. I figure we can get the framing up while they’re gone. It’s all loaded on the flatbed over at the farmhouse.”

As weird as it might seem, I’m liking, hell, even enjoying, living with Hailey. Sharing the house and especially my bed with her has been easier than I imagined.

However, sharing a shop space between a welder and a carver has been less than ideal. My barn is big enough for the two of us, but wood and sparks aren’t a great mix. So I’m building a small shop for her. That way she can listen to all the Backstreet Boys music she wants.

She’d kill me if I told anyone she still loves ’90s boy bands, but I don’t think people would be shocked if they found out. The new shop will be pretty small, under a thousand square feet, but vented and all open for her torches. She can still store stuff in the barn.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Erik asks.

“We’re loading up the framing on the flatbed in the morning. I poured the foundation a couple of weeks ago when she and her mom went on a girls’ weekend.

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