Eggnog and Candy Canes: A Blueberry Springs Christmas Novella (11 page)

“Everyone got here okay?” Katie asked mildly, avoiding meeting Beth’s eye. “The snow wasn’t too bad?”

“We live three houses away.” Oz flicked a pea at her, eliciting a giggle from his toddler son, Benji, who in turn threw a handful at his grandfather. The boy gave a giant laugh, his high chair rocking, as Harvey sent him a stunned look.

“How are you feeling, Dad?” Katie asked.

“Fine. And I have the best nurse and doctor in town at my table. What could go wrong?”

She held her breath. No comment about her quitting? Really?

“I heard a rumor,” her mother began tentatively.

Katie watched her father eye the turkey. “You shouldn’t be eating solid food, Dad. Maybe we could put your meal in Benji’s baby food blender? Beth do you still have it?”

Her father shot her a disgusted look.

“I lent it out,” Beth replied. “Sorry.”

“Have you had a BM post-op? Any gas?” Katie asked her father.

“Please,” Angelica said, pressing a palm against the red tablecloth. “No bowel movement discussions at the table.”

“What?” Katie’s indignation rose along with her anxiety. “Oz and Beth are always talking about Benji’s, and Dad just had major surgery. If he eats this stuff he could paralyze his bowel.”

Nash nudged her elbow. “It’s okay.” To Harvey, he said, “Just stick to the mashed potatoes and gravy for now and you should be fine.” His eyes were warm and reassuring, and Katie relaxed despite her fears. Despite…everything.

“Whoa!” Oz pushed back from the table, hands held high, eyes wide in shock. “Did my sister just take a chill pill?” He grinned as she glowered at him, then he leaned forward, elbows on the table, fork poised for food stabbing. Seriously, did he not learn from Mom how to hold a fork like a gentleman? Nash held his properly. Linen napkin placed over his lap. Using the right utensil. Why couldn’t he be her family?

Well. That was a thought. Nash
could
be family.

“I think you just did,” Oz said, shoveling a wad of stuffing into his grinning mouth.

“Is it warm in here?” Katie asked. Things were definitely heating up under her sweater.

“Hmm. I think that really did happen,” Beth said with a glimmer of a smile. “Katie chilled out.”

“Shut up. It’s the wine.” She took another glug of her mulled drink and handed the empty glass to Nash, so her mother could top it up.

“You did a fine job on me today,” Harvey said to Nash. “Thank you, son.”

“Son?” Oz choked.

“The rumor I heard was that you got a marriage proposal today,” Angelica said, turning to Katie.

Beth stood, her chair flying back. “Ohmigod. Show me your hand!”

Oz snatched his wife’s water glass from her belly’s danger zone as she impatiently reached across the table.

Katie held up her bare finger.

“Making him work for it, are you?” her brother asked, with a sigh and a shake of his head. “My sister will die an old maid.”

Katie lowered all but her middle finger and glared at him.

“What happened?” Beth asked softly.

Katie could feel Nash, who had been leaning farther away from her, his body tight at the mention of her proposal, soften.

She shrugged. “Could you pass the gravy, please?”

“Turkey or beef?” her mother replied.

“You made both?”

“Of course I did.”

Katie glanced at the table. “This is a ridiculous amount of food, Mom.”

“I was expecting Beth’s grandmother, sister, and brother-in-law.” Angelica’s mouth formed a tight line.

“I’m sorry,” Beth said.

“You’re not Mother Nature, now are you? Turkey gravy will go best.” Angelica passed the antique gravy boat that had graced their table for eons.

“How long are you in town?” Oz asked Nash.

“Oz, give him a break,” Katie said.

“I thought you two didn’t like each other,” her brother said.

“We got over it.”

Oz stood, his face dark. He was doing an alarming amount of back-and-forth sizing up between her and Nash.

“Shut up and eat your supper,” Katie muttered.

“Good advice,” their father said, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Oz flung down his linen napkin. Then, with his jaw set, he slumped back into his chair, his arm slung around Beth’s shoulders.

“That Will was a nice fellow, Katie,” Harvey said.

“Yes. I believe he still is,” she replied.

“But he wasn’t the right man for you. You can do better.”

“Any suggestions for her?” Beth asked playfully.

Everyone but Oz glanced at Nash, and Katie resisted the urge to slide under the table and never come out.

“So? Everyone get what they want for Christmas?” she asked, after clearing her throat.

“Not yet,” Nash replied under his breath. He gave her a look so loaded with meaning that her stomach did a flip and her cheeks burned with anticipation of what he might be thinking.

Things were getting hot in here, that was for sure.

* * *

She probably shouldn’t be making out with Nash in the pantry under the stairs. But his lips were
so
good.

And yeah, her pissed-off brother and his wife—Nash’s ex-fiancée, aka Katie’s BFF, aka Katie’s sister-in-law—were cluelessly playing with their son in the living room, which put a tiny bit of a damper on things when Katie thought about it.

So she didn’t think about it.

Which was quite easy, seeing as Nash was a killer with those lips of his. All she had to do was tip her head back, wrap her arms around his strong shoulders and go along for the ride. A hot and heavy feeling settled in her gut and she wound a leg around Nash’s hips. In the process her foot bumped a stack of cans on a shelf, sending them banging to the floor.

Nash let out a pained squawk, which was stifled against Katie’s mouth.

They stilled, listening for approaching footsteps. Either everyone knew the two were making out in here or they were deaf as could be.

Right.

Cue up forthcoming awkward and embarrassing moment, multiplied by the number of family members on the other side of the door. Katie should straighten her Rudolph sweater, head out there with a dusty can of green beans from the back of the pantry and declare that they’d found them at long last. Assuming her lipstick wasn’t smeared all across her face. She was pretty sure it was, actually.

She grabbed Nash, surprised at how soft his perfect, short hair was as she added another kiss to their growing history. His hands ran up her back, skating in circles as he explored the way their bodies fit together. And that? How they fit together? Awesome. Completely and utterly. With Will it was as though there was always an extra hand in the mix or their lips didn’t quite match up properly. But with Nash…it was like in her romance novels. Real life could mimic her favorite books with this man against her lips. And how incredible was that? It made her want to do wild and crazy things to see if she could play out a whole three-hundred-page love story with her hunk.

The pantry door whipped open, spilling light into the enclosed space.

“Are you two for real?” Beth stared at them, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t you know I’m pregnant and can’t take this kind of…of…”

Nash was at Beth’s side in a flash, consoling her, as Katie fought off the sting of being second fiddle. Maybe she should start crying, to see if he’d come to her side. He was the man Katie wanted. He wasn’t Beth’s—why couldn’t they see that?

Wait. Stop that train before it hurtled off the tracks and hurt someone. Nash was
not
the man she wanted.

“Sorry,” she said curtly. “Mistletoe.” She pointed to the garland her mother had strung around the pantry’s small door frame. Walking away, Katie smoothed her sweater, pivoting into the main floor washroom to assess the lipstick damage, so she wouldn’t murder her best friend for snagging Nash’s attention so easily.

* * *

There was stomping on the front porch where Oz had cleared a small patch, so people could come and go without a foot or two of snow falling into the entry whenever the door opened. Katie, who had been avoiding everyone by hiding elbow-deep in sudsy water as she tackled her mother’s worst pots and pans, went to the door, hoping her family—and Nash—remained downstairs, where they were checking out her father’s new flooring.

Katie wiped her hands on a Christmas tree tea towel, peeked out the lace curtain on the small quarter window and almost laughed at how her mom’s lit-up lawn ornaments were leaving eerie glowing patches of evil red and green under the mounds of fresh snow. Very festive indeed.

She opened the door to let in her friends Mandy and Amber.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” they chorused, leaving their snowshoes outside.

Mandy handed Katie a small white bag containing her special whiskey and gumdrop brownies. Heaven and sin all wrapped into one chocolaty tidbit.

“I’ll never fit in my scrubs ever again.”

“From what I hear that won’t be necessary, and besides, don’t they have those fashionable elastic waistbands?” Mandy pushed back the hood of her coat, her hair a smooth gloss that wasn’t at all affected by being shoved under a static-inducing layer of cold protection. How did the woman do it? It felt as if everyone had wonderful hair except Katie. Hence the ubiquitous ponytails.

“Ah, the rumor mill is alive and well, then.”

“As always.”

“So? You two doing it yet?” Amber asked, draping her insulated army surplus jacket over the nearby banister.

“Don’t even go there.”

“It’s that bad? Huh. I would have thought with the way you growl whenever anyone mentions him that it would be crazy-hot in bed.”

Katie took Mandy’s coat, ignoring Amber.

“Frankie’s over at his aunt’s place clearing off her back porch, so her dog can get out to do his business,” Mandy said. “Amber and I figured we’d pop in. Any eggnog left?”

“Russell got snowed in,” Amber said moodily. “Can’t make Christmas.”

“I thought he sold his novel. Why was he in the city?” Katie asked. “Eggnog’s in the kitchen.”

“Promo stuff,” Amber replied. “And getting ready for the launch in March.”

“He’s been in the city a lot,” Mandy said. Katie nodded. Lately, spotting the couple together was as tricky as confirming a Sasquatch sighting.

“I miss him,” Amber said with a sad sigh. “But the reunion sex is amazing. It’s almost worth him being away so much.” She took a candy cane from the entry’s side table and bit off a chunk.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s talk about something else, shall we?” Katie said brightly. There was one thing she didn’t need and that was Amber talking about her sex life. Ever. Her friend had a way of sharing way too much information, and there were some things Katie didn’t want to imagine.

Mandy cast a glance at Benji, curled up fast asleep in Harvey’s armchair, as they passed the quiet living room to join Amber at the cookie table. “Such a cutie. By the way, I heard Nash was over?”

“He’s downstairs with my parents and the gang.”

Mandy rubbed her hands together. “Getting the first degree from Oz then? How does Beth feel about him proposing to you?”

“What?” Katie dropped the tea towel, then swooped it up, praying her cheeks weren’t flushing like mad. “No. Will proposed.”

“Ahh.” Mandy gave her a look. Amber had her arms crossed and was watching Katie in a way that probably proved the girl had mind-reading abilities.

“You two came over for gossip, didn’t you?”

Mandy shrugged, unfazed. “It’s Blueberry Springs. It’s what we do. And this was simply too good to pass up. You and
him
?” She grinned and popped a square of Angelica’s shortbread into her mouth. Her lips turned down as she tasted the undercooked flour and butter mashed together and called a cookie.

“She tried to copy your recipe this year.” Katie tried not to be too pleased that Mandy had got that goo all the way into her mouth without warning.

Mandy spit the shortbread into a napkin decorated with snowflakes. “Did she forget to bake them?”

Amber took one. “You’re so fussy. They look fine.” She chewed, frowned, and reached for a napkin.

Katie checked to make sure her family was still downstairs with Nash, and whispered, “Do people really think Nash asked me to marry him?”

Mandy slid her a sly smile. “Is he the reason your lipstick is all over your face?”

Katie wiped her face with the damp towel.

“Good luck. I saw you buying that never-come-off stuff, which is evil. It sticks everywhere but your lips.”

“Now you tell me.”

“Hey, you were single. What harm could come to you?”

Katie grumbled and headed back to the kitchen, the friends following her.

“Nash!” Mandy threw up her hands in joy as she spotted the man at the top of the basement stairs. She added a slight sashay to her hips, as she did whenever she saw a man she liked and knew would never challenge the we’re-just-friends balance she always created with guys. Without apparent effort she became one of them. Beautiful and feisty, but just one of the guys. Katie wished she could figure that out.

“Mandy, how are you?” Nash gave her an affectionate squeeze that made Katie’s innards feel as though he was squeezing her instead. And not in a good way.

“Missing you.” She gave him a harmless, flirty wink.

Jealousy swirled into fury within Katie and she turned to plunge her hands in the lukewarm dishwater.

Okay, she cared.

She liked him.

A lot.

Wanted to date him.

Didn’t want him to leave Blueberry Springs.

Big deal.

She could survive that.

“I’m Amber.”

“Nash Leham, pleasure to meet you.”

Chills swam down Katie’s back. He had such a great voice. Low, smooth. Yumalicious.

But he was leaving. Leaving her. If she chose him, she’d be choosing to leave Blueberry Springs forever.

She turned, and her family, who had joined Nash in the kitchen, stilled as though they’d all been touched in a game of freeze tag. “Are you leaving town?” Katie asked him, her heart thundering in her chest.

“Want me out of here?” Nash retorted playfully.

“Not funny.”

“I hear Dr. Nesbit is retiring,” Amber said, helping herself to eggnog. “If you’re asking him to move in with you.”