A Husband For Christmas. Gail Martin Gaymer

following it with a long drink of iced tea.

      “You’re quiet.”

      Nina had leaned close enough for him to smell her fragrance, like fresh-picked fruit. “Sorry.” He managed a grin. “My mind got tangled somewhere. I think in your scent. You took me away to an orchard. I could almost hear birds singing.” A flush grew on his cheeks. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

      Nina grinned. “It was a lovely compliment.” She paused while a question flickered in her eyes. “What kind of birds?”

      He laughed and it felt odd. “I’ll have to think about that.”

      When she chuckled, his spirit lifted. How long had it been since he’d really laughed?

      Though they had been talking drivel, his shoulders had eased, and a good feeling rolled through him. He glanced toward Kimmy to make sure she was behaving. But he had no need to worry. She and Carly were talking and giggling like old friends. “I’m glad the girls have each other. I moved here at a terrible time. I’d thought Roseanne would be back by the time moving day arrived, but with the accident...” He shook his head.

      “Kimmy seems to have adjusted well. You’re, apparently, doing a good job.”

      “I’ve misled you if you think that. Every day was a struggle until Carly came along. I was trying to balance my work hours with child care hours. Can you imagine my telling her bedtime stories?”

      “I can.” Her grin broadened. “You have a nice speaking voice, and I’m sure you can read.” She added a wink. “And, most of all, you love her. I can tell.”

      His cheeks warmed with her compliment. “Thanks. I do love her.”

      “You’ll make a good dad one day.”

      Her comment addled him, and not knowing what to say, he changed the subject. “What brought you to Owosso?”

      “I work in public relations, and I was tired of traffic and high-priced apartment rentals. I couldn’t afford a house in the city. So when I learned we had a branch in Owosso, and I could transfer, I jumped at the chance. Home prices are much better here. Payments are less than my apartment.”

      “I found that to be true, too. But do you like small town living?”

      “I’ve only been here a few weeks, but I think I do. It’s friendly. Have you ever had a block party in downtown Chicago? Or Detroit?”

      He chuckled, but before he responded, Angie’s voice cut through their prattle.

      “What are you two laughing about?”

      “The weather.” Nina grinned. “About apartments in the city versus owning a home out here.”

      Angie’s fiancé, Rick, nodded. “I’m with you on that one. Not so much the price but the space and freedom. Carly loves the yard. My apartment doesn’t have one.”

      Angie rose. “Anyone ready for refills?”

      Rick eyed the girls. “More food, ladies, or dessert?”

      Kimmy bounced beside him. “Me, too, Uncle Doug?”

      After he gave her permission, Angie and Rick left for the food table with the girls while he and Nina stayed behind, making small talk, but he enjoyed it. For so long he’d feared that a woman might think he was coming on to her and not just being friendly. But Nina had a way about her that gave him no worries that she was looking for romance.

      More at ease, he returned to their discussion. “I’m guessing our places are similar. Mine has three bedrooms and a good-sized dining room.” He doubted she cared, and he disliked small talk, too, but that’s all he could come up with.

      “Mine’s similar. Would you like to see it?”

      “Sure, but let me check on Kimmy first.” He rose and spotted Angie returning with the girls. “Will you keep an eye on Kimmy for a few minutes? I’m going—”

      “No problem.” She flashed a playful wink. “Have fun.”

      Nina arched an eyebrow. “It’s only... Never mind.” She brushed her words away and rose. “We don’t need to explain, do we?”

      “Not at all.” He enjoyed her lighthearted spirit and joined her on the sidewalk, heading to her home. Though he’d passed her house often, he’d never really noticed its homey look. It had a porch on half of the front and the other side, an overhung alcove with attractive wide windows. His home lacked the warmth and was more streamlined. Too much like him. “It has a friendly feel, Nina. Like you.”

      “Me?” Her voice rose. “I’m just boring.”

      “To yourself maybe, but not to me.” Hearing his honesty startled him.

      “Thank you, Doug.” Her stunned expression set him back.

      She opened the door, and they stepped inside. “This is the living room, naturally.”

      The size surprised him. “It’s like a great room. I like the corner fireplace.”

      She didn’t comment. “Dining room.” She made a sweeping gesture.

      He slipped his hands into his pockets, uneasy that he had no awareness of what she was thinking. He noted the wide archway added even more space to the already-large living area.

      Nina gestured to the doorway leading from the dining room. “And the kitchen.”

      She stepped inside and he followed, noting numerous cabinets but minimal counter space and a pair of folding doors. “Is this a pantry?”

      “I wish.” She folded back the doors to expose a washer and dryer. “This is my laundry room.” She gave a shrug. “No basement.”

      “Mine is a small room off the kitchen.” He leaned his back against a counter and studied her a moment. “You have lots of room for one person. Are you anticipating finding someone to share it with?” He cringed. Why not just ask if she was engaged or dating someone?

      “I’m not anticipating anything.” Her tone had an edge. “I like the space.”

      He wanted to undo the damage. “You never know about the future.”

      A frown shot to her face. “No marriage plans in my future, if that’s what you mean. None. Not interested.”

      He drew back, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut. “I’m sorry, Nina. That sounded crude and too nosy. I have no plans at the moment, either. Once Kimmy’s back with her mom, it’s just me. That was an ignorant comment.”

      Her frown faded, replaced by an unreadable expression. “Doug, I’ve been married once. I don’t think it’s meant for me. Once is enough.”

      Though he reacted as if he understood, her sharp response sent a sliver of disappointment through his chest and left him even more curious.

      “Back to the tour.” She strode through the kitchen doorway to a short hallway on the opposite side of the house. “Three bedrooms. Right now the smallest is sort of an office with my computer and some exercise equipment. The middle size is a guest room.” She raised her eyebrows. “Now all I need are guests. And the master bedroom is large and faces the back with a walk-in closet and master bath.”

      She didn’t step inside but raced through her descriptions, gesturing as he glanced into the three rooms. Her manner had changed since he’d stupidly asked the personal question about her future plans. He’d messed up, but then he’d done that before. He mumbled something about the attractive rooms and watched her edge toward the front door.

      Obviously she wanted out of the situation. He decided to give her a solution. “Thanks for the tour. I should get back to Kimmy.”

      She didn’t say a word but headed for the door.

      He followed her into the great room. “You have a nice place here, Nina.”