Christmas Wishes. Debbie Macomber

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      When she didn’t immediately respond, he said, “After the interview, we could go on to the Figgy Pudding thing you mentioned.”

      She knew she should refuse. And yet, before she could reconsider it, she found herself nodding.

      “I understand the radio station is only a few blocks from West Lake Plaza.”

      “Yes...” Her mouth felt dry and all at once she was nervous.

      “We’ll need to leave right away,” he said, looking at his watch.

      “I’ll get my coat.” She was wearing blue jeans and a long black sweater—no need to change.

      Wynn entered her condo and as she turned away, he stopped her, placing one hand on her arm.

      K.O. turned back and was surprised to find him staring at her again. He seemed to be saying he wasn’t sure what was happening between them, either. Wasn’t sure what he felt or why... Then, as if he needed to test those feelings, he lowered his mouth to hers. Slowly, ever so slowly... K.O. could’ve moved away at any point. She didn’t. The biggest earthquake of the century could’ve hit and she wouldn’t have noticed. Not even if the building had come tumbling down around her feet. Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into Wynn, ready—no, more than ready—eager to accept his kiss.

      To her astonishment, it was even better than the night before. This couldn’t be happening and yet it was. Fortunately, Wynn’s hands were on her shoulders, since her balance had grown unsteady.

      When he pulled away, it took her a long time to open her eyes. She glanced up at him and discovered he seemed as perplexed as she was.

      “I was afraid of that,” he said.

      She blinked, understanding perfectly what he meant. “Me, too.”

      “It was as good as last night.”

      “Better,” she whispered.

      He cleared his throat. “If we don’t leave now, I’ll be late for the interview.”

      “Right.”

      Still, neither of them moved. Apparently all they were capable of doing was staring at each other. Wynn didn’t seem any happier about this than she was, and in some small way, that was a comfort.

      K.O. forced herself to break the contact between them. She collected her coat and purse and was halfway to the door when she dashed into the bathroom. “I forgot my toothbrush,” she informed him.

      He gave her a puzzled look. “You brush after every meal?” he asked.

      “No, before.” She smiled sheepishly. “I mean, I didn’t yesterday, which is why I have to do it today.”

      He didn’t question her garbled explanation as she dropped her toothbrush carrier and toothpaste inside her purse.

      Once outside the building, Wynn walked at a fast pace as if he already had second thoughts. For her part, K.O. tried not to think at all. To protect everyone’s peace of mind, she’d decided to wait outside the building. It was safer that way.

      By the time they arrived at the radio station, K.O. realized it was far too frigid to linger out in the cold. She’d wait in the lobby.

      Wynn pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her through the impressive marble-floored lobby toward the elevators.

      “I’ll wait here,” she suggested. But there wasn’t any seating or coffee shop. If she stayed there, it would mean standing around for the next thirty minutes or so.

      “I’m sure they’ll have a waiting area up at the station,” Wynn suggested.

      He was probably right.

      They took the elevator together, standing as far away from each other as possible, as though they both recognized the risk for potential disaster.

      The interviewer, Big Mouth Bass, was a well-known Seattle disk jockey. K.O. had listened to him for years but this was the first time she’d seen him in person. He didn’t look anything like his voice. For one thing, he was considerably shorter than she’d pictured and considerably...rounder. If she had the opportunity, she’d share her toothbrush trick with him. It might help.

      “Want to sit in for the interview?” Big Mouth asked.

      “Thank you, no,” she rushed to say. “Dr. Jeffries and I don’t necessarily agree and—”

      “No way.” Wynn’s voice drowned hers out.

      Big Mouth was no fool. K.O. might’ve imagined it, but she thought a gleam appeared in his eyes. He hosted a live interview show, after all, and a little controversy would keep things lively.

      “I insist,” Big Mouth said. He motioned toward the hallway that led to the control booth.

      K.O. shook her head. “Thanks, anyway, but I’ll wait out here.”

      “We’re ready for Dr. Jeffries,” a young woman informed the radio personality.

      “I’ll wait here,” K.O. said again, and before anyone could argue, she practically threw herself into a chair and grabbed a magazine. She opened it and pretended to read, sighing with relief as Big Mouth led Wynn out of the waiting area. The radio in the room was tuned to the station, and a couple of minutes later, Big Mouth’s booming voice was introducing Wynn.

      “I have with me Dr. Wynn Jeffries,” he began. “As many of you will recall, Dr. Jeffries’s book, The Free Child, advocates letting a child set his or her own boundaries. Explain yourself, Dr. Jeffries.”

      “First, let me thank you for having me on your show,” Wynn said, and K.O. was surprised by how melodic he sounded, how confident and sincere. “I believe,” Wynn continued, “that structure is stifling to a child.”

      “Any structure?” Big Mouth challenged.

      “Yes, in my opinion, such rigidity is detrimental to a child’s sense of creativity and his or her natural ability to develop moral principles.” Wynn spoke eloquently, citing example after example showing how structure had a negative impact on a child’s development.

      “No boundaries,” Big Mouth repeated, sounding incredulous.

      “As I said, a child will set his or her own.”

      Just listening to Wynn from her chair in the waiting room, K.O. had to sit on her hands.

      “You also claim a parent should ignore inappropriate talk.”

      “Absolutely. Children respond to feedback and when we don’t give them any, the undesirable action will cease.”

      Big Mouth asked a question now and then. Just before the break, he said, “You brought a friend with you this afternoon.”

      “Yes...” All the confidence seemed to leave Wynn’s voice.

      “She’s in the waiting area, isn’t she?” Big Mouth continued, commenting more than questioning. “I gathered, during the few minutes in which I spoke to your friend, that she doesn’t agree with your child-rearing philosophy.”

      “Yes, that’s true, but Katherine isn’t part of the interview.”

      Big Mouth chuckled. “I thought we’d bring her in after the break and get her views on your book.”

      “Uh...”

      “Don’t go away, folks—this should be interesting. We’ll be right back after the traffic and weather report.”

      On hearing this, K.O. tossed aside the magazine and started to make a run for the elevator. Unfortunately Big Mouth was faster than his size had led her to believe.

      “I... I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said as he led her by the elbow to the control booth. “I’m sure Wynn would rather not...”

      “Quite