if she brought home one of those.
She located the cat aisle. In search of a fun toy, Sheila walked past the colorful collars, food dishes, and various food and treat books until she came to the right section. This store had every kind of entertainment a cat lover could imagine, from climbing and scratching posts to little dangly toys.
Sheila picked up a peacock feather that had a bell tied to it with long ribbons. The jingling sound reminded her of Morgan’s elf hat. She wondered briefly if he’d signed Noel up for the obedience class yet. As if just thinking about him brought him to life, Morgan stepped around the corner and sked, “What kind of cat do you have? I saw a sweater back there that says, ‘Merry Christmas.’
The sales gal says if you have a mild cat it would make the perfect Christmas gift.”
The twinkle was back in his eyes. Whatever had bothered him earlier seemed to have vanished like the scent of evergreen after Christmas morning. “Chrissy is not a sweater-wearing type of cat.” She could just picture her feline ripping to shreds anyone who tried to put a sweater on her. Not a pretty picture.
“Not laid back enough, huh?” He picked up a mouse with a long tail.
“Afraid not. She’s more of the ‘I’m the queen, not now’ type of cat.” Sheila put the peacock feather away. “She’s really not very playful at all.”
Morgan came closer to her and grinned. He stood so close she could smell the earthy scent of his cologne. “What about you? Are you the playful type?”
“I think so. Why?”
A smile touched his lips, and he pointed up.
A sprig of mistletoe hung over her head. “Trapped by mistletoe, what’s a girl to do but pucker up?” With that, Sheila pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned toward him.
She let Morgan take her gently in his arms and kiss her, right in the middle of the Pet Connection. She’d read somewhere that a twenty-second kiss told a person how much you loved them. Sheila allowed herself the luxury of melting into his arms and kissed him back.
It might have been twenty seconds before he pulled away, but she couldn’t be sure. Morgan looked into her wide eyes and smiled. “Thanks. I enjoyed that.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and she confessed, “So did I.”
A teasing glint entered his now smoky blue eyes. “Well enough to go to dinner with me tonight?”
Chapter 9
So this is what it feels like to date someone on a regular basis, Sheila thought as she tossed another discarded outfit onto the bed. She and Morgan had been going out regularly every evening for the past week. He’d taken her to dinner one night, and a romantic carriage ride in downtown Snowbound another night. Last night they’d gone to a play rehearsal at his church then out for hot chocolate.
Tonight they were going Christmas caroling with the singles group she’d met the night before, and Sheila couldn’t decide which sweater to wear. She stared at the remaining clothes in her closet. Knowing it would be really cold, she settled on a green wool pullover. It wasn’t her prettiest, but it would be the warmest, she decided.
She finished dressing and moved into the bathroom to apply makeup and fix her hair. If her clothes couldn’t be pretty, she’d make sure her face and hair looked nice. A smile touched her lips as she looked at her reflection. If anyone had told her three weeks ago how silly she’d act over a man today, Sheila Fisher would have laughed. But now here she stood in front of the mirror, trying to make herself look as good as she could for Morgan.
Since their first kiss, he’d been nothing but a gentleman. He’d kissed her good night a couple of times. She’d forgotten how cold it was outside and just enjoyed spending a few minutes on the front porch with him. As she applied a light layer of lip gloss, Sheila thought about her feelings for the artist. She loved when he called her on the phone “just to chat.” His laughter warmed her insides as no
She located the cat aisle. In search of a fun toy, Sheila walked past the colorful collars, food dishes, and various food and treat books until she came to the right section. This store had every kind of entertainment a cat lover could imagine, from climbing and scratching posts to little dangly toys.
Sheila picked up a peacock feather that had a bell tied to it with long ribbons. The jingling sound reminded her of Morgan’s elf hat. She wondered briefly if he’d signed Noel up for the obedience class yet. As if just thinking about him brought him to life, Morgan stepped around the corner and sked, “What kind of cat do you have? I saw a sweater back there that says, ‘Merry Christmas.’
The sales gal says if you have a mild cat it would make the perfect Christmas gift.”
The twinkle was back in his eyes. Whatever had bothered him earlier seemed to have vanished like the scent of evergreen after Christmas morning. “Chrissy is not a sweater-wearing type of cat.” She could just picture her feline ripping to shreds anyone who tried to put a sweater on her. Not a pretty picture.
“Not laid back enough, huh?” He picked up a mouse with a long tail.
“Afraid not. She’s more of the ‘I’m the queen, not now’ type of cat.” Sheila put the peacock feather away. “She’s really not very playful at all.”
Morgan came closer to her and grinned. He stood so close she could smell the earthy scent of his cologne. “What about you? Are you the playful type?”
“I think so. Why?”
A smile touched his lips, and he pointed up.
A sprig of mistletoe hung over her head. “Trapped by mistletoe, what’s a girl to do but pucker up?” With that, Sheila pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned toward him.
She let Morgan take her gently in his arms and kiss her, right in the middle of the Pet Connection. She’d read somewhere that a twenty-second kiss told a person how much you loved them. Sheila allowed herself the luxury of melting into his arms and kissed him back.
It might have been twenty seconds before he pulled away, but she couldn’t be sure. Morgan looked into her wide eyes and smiled. “Thanks. I enjoyed that.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and she confessed, “So did I.”
A teasing glint entered his now smoky blue eyes. “Well enough to go to dinner with me tonight?”
Chapter 9
So this is what it feels like to date someone on a regular basis, Sheila thought as she tossed another discarded outfit onto the bed. She and Morgan had been going out regularly every evening for the past week. He’d taken her to dinner one night, and a romantic carriage ride in downtown Snowbound another night. Last night they’d gone to a play rehearsal at his church then out for hot chocolate.
Tonight they were going Christmas caroling with the singles group she’d met the night before, and Sheila couldn’t decide which sweater to wear. She stared at the remaining clothes in her closet. Knowing it would be really cold, she settled on a green wool pullover. It wasn’t her prettiest, but it would be the warmest, she decided.
She finished dressing and moved into the bathroom to apply makeup and fix her hair. If her clothes couldn’t be pretty, she’d make sure her face and hair looked nice. A smile touched her lips as she looked at her reflection. If anyone had told her three weeks ago how silly she’d act over a man today, Sheila Fisher would have laughed. But now here she stood in front of the mirror, trying to make herself look as good as she could for Morgan.
Since their first kiss, he’d been nothing but a gentleman. He’d kissed her good night a couple of times. She’d forgotten how cold it was outside and just enjoyed spending a few minutes on the front porch with him. As she applied a light layer of lip gloss, Sheila thought about her feelings for the artist. She loved when he called her on the phone “just to chat.” His laughter warmed her insides as no
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