Loving Luke: (Cookies and Kisses) (A Christmas Novella) by Dowdy Cecelia

Author:Dowdy, Cecelia [Dowdy, Cecelia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Why are you baking cookies?” Her dad came into the kitchen, his hands shoved into the pockets of his bathrobe.

Still mad about the previous night, Kim didn’t initially respond. She pulled the pan of heart-shaped vanilla cookies from the oven. It was Sunday and the bakery was closed, but, she’d had a sleepless night and had wanted to do something. She’d attended a sunrise service at church before going for a long, hard run. With longing, she recalled that she and Luke had gone running together as part of their Physical Education class in school. Luke had been pretty fast and she’d always struggled to keep up with him. He’d slowed his pace for her, and she’d often wondered why he’d never gone out for the track and field team at school.

Luke. Luke. Luke. He’d popped into her mind yet again and it was driving her crazy. They’d not had time to finish their conversation last night since her dad interrupted them. Luke had boldly apologized to her father before making his exit. Her father had then bombarded her with questions, his deep voice sounding gruff from his cold. Upset about what Luke had said, and unable to talk to her father without losing her temper, she’d mumbled that she was going to bed.

She’d baked these cookies to take to the homeless shelter. At church, the pastor had said that the local homeless shelter had been lacking with funds. She’d given money for the special collection they’d taken on the shelter’s behalf. After church, she’d contacted the shelter and offered to bring cookies. The shelter director had been delighted, stating that they seldom had desserts to give to their guests.

She’d also wanted to take some of these cookies over to Luke so that they could finish last night’s conversation, but, she didn’t think it was a good idea to just barge over to his place on a Sunday morning, bearing a hot plate of cookies. She had no idea where he worshipped and she knew that Lisa was going to be at the slumber party until after lunch, so, she figured she’d have a chance to talk to him alone.

“Kim, do you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Dad.” Taking a spatula, she slid it underneath a cookie, setting it on a cooling rack. She continued her chore, explaining about the homeless shelter. “So, I’m going to be heading over there shortly.” Her dad still sounded like he had a cold, but, he did sound a bit better. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugged. “Just a cold. Will be gone soon. Look, about Luke—”

“I don’t want to talk about Luke.” Luke was none of her dad’s business. She was an adult now, not some wild teenager who refused to listen to her parents. She could make her own decisions.

“Now, listen to me, Little Girl, I’m your father. I’m older than you and I know more about these things than you do.”

Kim rolled her eyes, plopping the dough for another batch of vanilla cookies onto the cookie sheet.

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