My Christmas Wish by Gina Azzi

Author:Gina Azzi [Azzi, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-14T05:00:00+00:00

I wake up early on Christmas morning to the delicious scent of French toast and waffles. Another Kane family tradition, Denver always cooks breakfast on Christmas morning. Well, if I'm being honest, he almost always cooked all of our meals when he lived here.

"Merry Christmas," I greet my brother as I push through the swinging door into the kitchen.

"Happy Christmas," Finn replies cheerfully, turning from his place by the stove, a spatula raised in his right hand.

I stop short, my brow furrowing as a thousand different thoughts zip through my mind. Why is Finn cooking breakfast? Where is Denver? Is Sierra okay? Oh my God, is Finn hijacking my family's Christmas? Are those reindeer on his pajama pants? He looks really good for being up so early. Is there coffee?

"How'd you sleep?" Finn continues, as if his cooking in the kitchen of my family home is the most normal thing in the world—on Christmas morning no less.

"Where's Den?"

"I told him to take the morning off and sleep in with Sierra. His dinner last night was amazing and cooking for a lot of people can be tiring. You Kanes are hardcore. The Andersons usually cater."

I laugh before narrowing my eyes. "How'd you know he makes French toast and waffles on Christmas morning?"

"Sierra told me. It's one of your family traditions, right?"

"Yeah." I slide onto one of the island bar stools as he flips several pieces of French toast over in the frying pan.

"Do you prefer French toast or waffles?"

"French toast."

"Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee times a million."

He chuckles, turning around to place a plate with two pieces of French toast, with a puddle of syrup off to the side, in front of me. Shuffling to the coffee pot, he pours me a mug and slides that over, passing me the creamer.

"Thank you," I say gratefully, pouring cream into the coffee and watching him. "But you didn't have to do all of this. You're our guest and—"

"I think I'm past the point of being just your guest." He grins, his eyes flashing with amusement and heat and something I can't place. Something that looks too close to hope, and that definitely can't be it.

I sigh, "Finn—"

"Happy Christmas, Daisy." He walks over to the kitchen table and grabs a simple green gift bag with red tissue paper from a chair. Striding over, he places it on the barstool next to me. "I was hoping you'd be up early, so I could give you this without everyone else seeing. It's nothing special, just something I thought you'd like for your start in Edinburgh."

I gulp a massive mouthful of coffee, the roof of my mouth burning as surprise rocks through me. He bought me a Christmas present? And cooked my family breakfast? What the hell is going on? "You didn't have to get me anything, Finn."

"I know. I wanted to get this for you. It's small, really."

I place my fork down on the edge of my plate and pull the gift bag into my lap. Reaching inside, I pull out a gorgeous tote, the familiar brown-checkered pattern causing me to inhale sharply.

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