The Christmas Wishing Tree by Emily March

Author:Emily March
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Chapter Twelve

The handwritten card read, Keep your face to the sunshine and feel better soon! Boone

Jenna had always been a sucker for flowers, and bright cheerful sunflowers invariably brought a smile to her face. They couldn’t have come at a better time either, since she’d been sitting on her patio and pretending to read, while in reality she’d been staring at the pages, brooding and second-guessing her decision to send Reilly to camp.

While part of her was positively giddy at the thought of having a month to herself, another part feared she’d spend the entire time missing Reilly and fretting about how he was managing without her. Intellectually, Jenna recognized that living in each other’s pockets these past four months had changed the dynamics of their relationship in a way that wasn’t good for either of them. But since the February SWAT team invasion, in matters that involved her son, emotions ruled the day more often than not.

Now she had a big, bright, beautiful bunch of flowers to distract her from her doldrums. “Keep my face to the sunshine,” she murmured, smiling. “Don’t you know that gives a girl wrinkles?”

Nevertheless, she took off her hat and tilted her face toward the sun. As sunshine warmed her skin, she tried to recall the last time a man had sent her flowers. It had been a long time, that’s for certain. Joel Mercer brought her a red rose when he picked her up for a date one night, but he never had a florist deliver to her. If she tried to name a flower-sending man who she hadn’t been sleeping with at the time … whoa. That took her all the way back to high school.

And honestly, she wasn’t certain she would call her sweet, shy nerdy boyfriend a man. He’d been a boy learning to be a man.

There was nothing left of the boy in Boone McBride.

What did she think about this overture? Was it an advance or just a gesture of friendship? Or, maybe these flowers had more to do with Devin than with her. She hadn’t missed the posturing between the two men yesterday. The feminist in Jenna had been annoyed. The woman in her had been secretly thrilled.

“Hey, pretty lady.”

Startled, Jenna opened her eyes to see the figure dressed in Hawaiian board shorts and a Refresh Outfitters T-shirt standing just beyond her patio. “Devin.”

“You look relaxed. Enjoying the weather?”

“I am. It’s a gorgeous afternoon.”

He gestured toward an empty chair. “Mind if I join you?”

“Please, be my guest. Would you like something to drink?”

“If that’s iced tea in your glass, I wouldn’t turn it down—as long as you’ll let me fix it myself.”

Jenna gestured toward the camper. “Make yourself at home.”

Moments later, she heard the sound of ice hitting a glass from inside the camper. When he rejoined her, she saw that he’d chosen Reilly’s Scooby-Doo glass. “Okay, now that amuses me. Care to guess where we got that particular glass?”

Devin gave the tumbler a closer look, then grinned. “Mikey.

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