Carla Neggers - A Knights Bridge Christmas

“Owen’s still under supervision.”

“But he’s six, not two.”

“Or sixteen,” Clare added with a smile. “I know what you’re getting at. I had a dozen different scenarios flash before me as Owen went off with the Sloan boys.”

“Did any of them end with happy, flushed faces and hot chocolate?”

She laughed, snipping another dead twig. “That’s a perfect image.”

“Gran’s probably got cocoa in a cupboard.”

“A plan for the day is developing.”

“And,” he said, entering the kitchen, “I found a good spot for your evergreens.”

He grabbed a knife and helped Clare trim the boughs. Once finished, they took them out to the porch and arranged them on the rail, tacking them down with string he’d found in a kitchen drawer.

“Not bad,” Logan said, appraising their initial handiwork. “It’s a start.”

“We can do more once we find out what all is available to us.”

“Gran says she stores Christmas decorations in the attic. Are you game?”

Clare nodded. “Sure.”

“You’re not thinking about what could go wrong in the attic of an old house, are you?”

“Are you suggesting I catastrophize, Dr. Farrell?”

“Sorry. I was out of line.”

“I guess you couldn’t be an ER doctor if you worried too much about other people’s feelings. You have to stay focused on what you’re doing.”

“It helps, but there’s no excuse for being an inconsiderate idiot.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather have a doctor with no bedside manner who’s good at medicine than a doctor with great bedside manner who’s not as good at medicine.”

“You can have both in the same person.”

“That’s the best-case scenario, of course.” Clare stopped herself before her mind could drift into the past. A Boston emergency department, rushing doctors and nurses and the worst news she could imagine. Aware of Logan’s scrutiny, she pulled open the front door. “I love old attics. Shall we?”

“After you.”

* * *

Logan led the way up to the second floor and then up steep, narrow stairs to a full attic under insulated eaves and heavy beams. Clare had expected an overstuffed jumble of dusty furniture and old trunks, but the attic, although jam-packed, was tidy, with cardboard and plastic boxes neatly stacked and labeled, two large trunks, four ladder-back chairs, a mahogany desk and several old bed frames.

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