Since Last Christmas by Jeffe Kennedy

Author:Jeffe Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: holiday, chicago, fashion design, second chance, christmas romance, nerd hero
Publisher: Jeffe Kennedy

~ 14 ~

It didn’t though. My being there didn’t mean anything. Or rather, I didn’t know what it meant or how I felt. This was all going so fast that my head spun with it, but I wasn’t going to be more of a crap friend to him than I’d already been. I couldn’t smack him down, but it would be worse to lead him on, wouldn’t it?

So I did what I seemed to do best—and avoided the issue. I leaned out of his touch by raising my wineglass and drinking. “Where’s your closet?” I asked with a sunny smile, hoping to break the tension. “I’d better get to work before I have much more wine.”

“You think it’s going to be that bad? No, wait—don’t answer that. Bedroom is in there. I’ll put the finishing touches on dinner.”

Carrying my wine with me—and frankly grateful for the reprieve of a few minutes alone to reorder my thoughts—I made my way down the short hall to the master bedroom. There was a second bedroom on the way, which Jon used as an office from what I could make out from the glow of the computer monitor. Him and his surveillance camera. A selective Luddite, then—though I supposed he could hardly work in a scientific field and not be tech savvy.

Jon’s bedroom was like the rest of the place—warm, sparely decorated, but in excellent taste, with a big inviting bed. The steamy scent of the radiator under the window reminded me of cold winter mornings at Wildwood—and heated the room enough for me to take off my sweater and toss it on the bed. Curtains framed the window, which looked out on the city skyline, fogging now with more snowfall. Matching reading lamps sat on pretty tables on either side of the spacious bed, the warm light gleaming off the chocolate and bronze striped duvet. An odd fantasy of lazy Sunday mornings reading the newspaper and drinking coffee in bed with Jon popped into my head.

Wow. I needed to get a grip. Swallowing the rest of my wine, I set the glass on the bedside table and resolutely opened the closet door. Then fumbled around for the string pull that lit the single overhead bulb. This had not been renovated. A narrow cave of a space, the closet hearkened back to the bad old days when builders barely included them in the planning. In fact—I popped my head out to check—yes, the closet and en suite bathroom had been added later, carved out from one end of the bedroom. Not how I would have done it. Really, for a small place you didn’t need a bathroom in the master. You could ditch this one, make the closet a decent walk-in, and still give some space to the hallway bathroom, making it into—Stop it.

First fantasies of Sunday mornings in bed, then I’m remodeling his condo. Just like with Brad. It was like I had a disease.

Fortunately—or not, depending on one’s goals—the contents of the closet were enough to shatter any woman’s romantic fantasies.

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