The Christmas Mittens (Laurel Holidays #7) by V.L. Locey

Author:V.L. Locey [Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2025-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Monday, December 21

Mondays were always Mondays.

I arrived at the shop on time with a list of jobs that needed to be completed before the holidays. After firing up the woodstove, turning on the lights, and adding a new scarf to the line, which was now, sadly, untouched without Anders coming every day, I glanced across the road at the craft shop. There in the window, kneeling on a pile of quilts, was Franny holding a sign with COME OVER NOW in purple glitter marker that she was moving back and forth, making it hard as hell to read.

I padded behind the counter to find an empty box, wrote WHY on it, and went back to the window to hold it up. She laid down her sign, picked up her binoculars, read my sign, and picked hers back up. She shook it more vigorously. Obviously, she was fine and healthy if she was giving me sign attitude. With a sigh of resolution, I jogged across the road and scared a few bluejays pecking at a suet holder Franny had hung off the gutter at the corner of her shop.

When I pushed in, she was sitting in the window, bathed in bright winter sun, wearing her gardening gloves and an apron with pansies on them.

“What, are we starring in a Taylor Swift video all of a sudden? They have things called phones now,” I said as her silver brows tangled.

“No, they’re jays, not swifts. How could you confuse them? Jays are blue and swifts aren’t.”

“My bad. What did you want?” I shouted while checking the shop to see if I could figure out what was broken or needed tending to. Nothing leaped out at me. No smoking toaster like the last time I was summoned over.

“I wanted to ask you if you and Anders were wrapping your wieners.” My jaw dropped. “Now don’t get prissy. I know what goes on with two young bucks when they get together. I just want to be sure you don’t get no kind of pecker malady that will make you sick. Gilda needs her dad to be there for her and not die because his willy fell off.”

Words failed me. Shock slowly gave way to humor then tenderness. It was quite sweet that she worried about me. And my penis. Good Lord.

“We have not gotten to that stage of our relationship yet, but when we do, we’ll discuss all the safe sex options that are available,” I explained at volume.

“Okay then, so you two are in a relationship.” Damn it. Oh, she was clever. She and Gilda were a pair of aces. “I told the other women while we were setting up for the bazaar that I seen you sneaking off to the campsite for a week straight then making up some cockamamie excuse for taking two hours for lunch when you never did that before. They said maybe you were just taking a ride to cheer you up since you get them winter blues.

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