Tension by R. L. Griffin

Author:R. L. Griffin [Griffin, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781490544755
Amazon: 1490544755
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-06-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Deck the Halls

The weekend after Thanksgiving, George told her to get ready because they were going Christmas tree shopping. Apparently his family always drove to the same tree farm in Leesburg, Virginia, for a tree, and he wanted to get a tree with her this year. Stella hesitantly agreed.

When he’d told her their plans, he leaned in and spoke softly in her ear. “I want to make new memories with you. The holidays don’t have to be depressing, you know.”

“I know,” Stella whispered. Before Jamie pretended to die, Christmas was great. Why should that motherfucker taint Christmas? She was done giving Jamie any power over her. With the exception of hate, she had no feelings toward the man she’d once planned to marry.

They drove to a huge place in the country and he held her hand as they went up and down every aisle of the farm until they found the perfect tree. She wanted a small one, to start. They didn’t have any decorations or ornaments, so she didn’t see any reason to get a huge tree, no matter how high the ceiling was. He used a chainsaw to cut down a five foot, perfectly full and round Douglas Fir. They threw the tree in the back of his SUV and drove to a little diner near the farm. George was as giddy as a schoolboy the entire drive.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the diner, George told her to wait. He went over to open her door and helped her out of the SUV. They walked into the diner, holding hands, and picked a booth toward the back. As they sat across from each other, he reached over to hold her hand.

“This is the start of something epic,” George declared, leaning back in his booth and releasing her hand.

“Something epic?”

He nodded. “Me and you. EPIC,” he confirmed. He smiled, unleashing those dimples she loved so much.

“It’s not really the start, is it?” she teased.

“This is still the beginning. I’m going to be taking you to this Christmas tree farm when you’re eighty. I’m going to be cutting down the tree and helping you out of my truck. Then we’ll come to this diner for lunch and hot chocolate.”

“You’re going to be cutting down trees at eighty?” She snorted out a laugh and then covered her mouth.

“That’s the problem you saw with that story?” George dimples bobbed up and down. “I’m going to be doing so many things for you when I’m eighty.” He gave her a mischievous wink.

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