Christmas Eve, stranded away from our families, but it has been lovely.”
“Well, I, for one, am ready to call it a day,” Miss Annie said, putting her knitting bag aside.
Bobby Ray moved immediately to assist her out of her chair and escort her to the master bedroom, with Pop tagging behind. A chorus of good-nights followed them.
“I think I’ll turn in, too,” Joan said. “It’s been a long day, and I’m sure the kids will be up early in the morning.”
Thanking them again, she headed for the guest room where her children were sleeping.
Lucy turned toward Banner, looking at him through her eyelashes, that kiss still haunting her memories. “So…” she began.
He turned away. “I need to let the dog out. C’mon, Hulk.”
The agreeable mutt pushed himself upright and strolled out of the room at Banner’s heels.
Banner, Lucy decided, was obviously regretting the impulsive kiss. As for herself, she had thought it was pretty spectacular, considering its brevity.
She could only imagine how amazing it would be if he really put some time and effort into it.
“Lucy?” Bobby Ray’s voice sounded panicky when he appeared in the living room doorway. “You’d better come quick. Something’s wrong with Miss Annie.”
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