Meatloaf And Mistletoe: A Bells Pass Novel by Katie Mettner

Author:Katie Mettner [Mettner, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

SHEP

Something had changed. Somewhere between the time Ivy picked up Audrey and the time they returned, a switch inside her had been flipped. When they stopped back to pick me up, she was all smiles. She hugged me immediately, laughing and joking with Alan as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Only I knew she did. I could see in her eyes she was still waging the war about us. She was happy and bubbly, but her body language told me her true feelings were tempered by her constant fear of what would happen if we acted on our feelings. Somehow, I had to find a way to show her we could be more than friends, and it could be wonderful. I had an idea, but the plan relied on being on my toes and ready to take advantage of a situation if it came up. The only way to bring down the walls around her heart was to keep kissing her. I had to tell her over and over I loved her, and it was okay to love me back. I had to show her I would always be there for her, regardless of what labels we put on our relationship.

I tugged my neck warmer down over my head, hoping it would prevent my airways from freezing up while we were outside. I pulled on my cap and coat, and jumped down the stairs two at a time. She was at the diner checking in on everyone, but we had to get moving if we were going to get all our chores done before the stores closed. I stuck my feet in my boots and tied them on, checking my back pocket for my wallet and grabbing the keys to my truck off the board.

When she came back from seeing Lucille she was adamant we needed to get our trees immediately. I still didn’t know what the urgency was, but I wasn’t about to be uncooperative. It was rare to see Ivy unabashedly carefree, and I had to credit the magic of the season for it. There was no other explanation. When I got to the truck I double-checked the white five-gallon bucket in the back. It once held pickles at the diner, but now it held the odds and ends I need for tying things down in the back of the truck. Sometimes those things are dead animal carcasses I have to pick up and take to the county land, and sometimes, like tonight, those things are much more fun, like Christmas trees.

I grabbed the steering wheel and pulled myself up into the truck. When I started it, the clock read four-thirty p.m. We had plenty of time to get to the hardware store before they closed, then head to the Christmas tree lot. As long as she didn’t get sidetracked leaving the diner, that is. I’m used to going to pick her up and waiting thirty or forty minutes for her to be able to leave, but I was praying tonight she would be ready when I got there.

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