Allison Leigh - A Weaver Holiday Homecoming

The corner of his lips lifted a little more. The flash of white teeth was brief, but it was still there, when he actually smiled. “Never cut a Christmas tree yourself?”

“Right up there with fixing plumbing leaks, I’m afraid.”

He pushed off the bed and walked toward her. Her spine pressed hard against the doorjamb as she looked up at him when he stopped next to her.

There was plenty of space between them, but her heart rate nevertheless took off like an award-winning marathoner. The only time she’d felt anything remotely similar was the first time she’d delivered a baby. Not even with Brent, her one foray into romance while she’d been a resident, had she been so affected.

His gaze roved over her face and she swallowed hard, afraid he’d hear the pulse roaring in her ears.

“I’ll pick you and Chloe up at noon,” he said, and the amusement was gone from his face as if it had never been there. “That oughta give us plenty of time.”

“Time,” she repeated faintly.

“To find you a tree,” he said flatly, and walked out into the hall. He didn’t look back.

For so long, Mallory had been certain that finding Chloe’s father was the right thing to do.

But just then, watching Ryan head down the stairs as if the devil were at his heels, she realized she wasn’t certain of anything.

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