Merry Ex-Mas. Sheila Roberts

that made her snicker.

      * * *

      After a brunch that involved several glasses of champagne she’d switched from snickering to giggling.

      “I drank too much,” she realized as he drove her home.

      “Maybe a little,” he said.

      “Why did you let me drink so much champagne?” She groaned. “I’m going to have the mother of all headaches later.”

      “Well, we can fix that,” he said. “You just need some water, and lucky for you I’ve got Perrier.”

      She eyed him. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

      “And then some,” he replied with a smile.

      She shivered, but not because of what his smile did to her. She’d gotten chilled on the sleigh ride, that was the problem.

      “How about I build you a fire?” he offered as they pulled up in front of the house that used to be theirs.