Page 61 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Silas?” Olivia Grant’s voice followed two sharp knocks on his front door.
My eyes snapped open and Silas stepped back, our moment gone.
So. Close.
“Come on in, Mom,” he called over my head.
I turned and plastered on a smile. Olivia was a very nice woman but her timing was rotten. Three more seconds. That’s all I’d needed, and Silas would have been kissing me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had a guest.”
“It’s no problem,” he said. “Mom, you remember Felicity Cleary?”
“Yes. Hello, Felicity. So nice to see you again.” She came closer and held out a hand.
“You too,” I said as we shook.
Olivia had aged gracefully over the years. She still had the same tall and lean figure but her style had changed from trendy to classic. Her hair was the same shade of light brown and any grays that she’d earned were covered up with soft blond highlights.
“I have to say,” she looked me up and down, “you were one pretty girl back in the day, but my god, you’ve grown into a stunning woman.”
I smiled. “And I always liked you best out of all the moms.”
She laughed and looked up at Silas. “Sorry to intrude. I’ll leave you kids alone. Come and find me tomorrow morning before you head out to feed.”
“Okay,” he said.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said. “You go ahead and talk. I’d better get going anyway. I’m spending Christmas at the farmhouse with Jess and Gigi and I’ll need at least ten hours of sleep if I’m going to keep up with Rowen and Ben tomorrow.”
Behind me, Silas grumbled. I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to talk to his mom or because I was leaving. I crossed my fingers for the latter. Regardless, I ignored him and went to the living room to collect my new gloves. I hated to leave before Silas and I could continue where we’d left off, but I didn’t want to stand in the way of him and his family working through their issues, especially before Christmas.
“Have a merry Christmas,” I said and waved good-bye. Olivia waved back while Silas followed me to the door. “Thanks for the gift.”
“You too.” His hands were planted on his hips. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. You guys should visit.”
“Yeah. It’s probably for the best. I told you that we’d take this slow.”
“Slow. Uh-huh.” I fought a lip curl. “So, I guess I’ll see you on New Year’s Day for skijoring?”
He nodded. “I’ll text you the details.”
“That gives me a week to figure out what skijoring actually is.”
“Wait. You don’t know?” I shook my head and he smirked. “Do me a favor and don’t look it up. I want to see your face when you see what it is.”
I gave him a sideways glance but agreed. “Okay.”
“Merry Christmas.” He bent down to brush his lips across my cheek.
I winked before walking out the door to my car. With my new gloves in hand and tingles on my cheek, it was shaping up to be a very merry Christmas.
Silas
“That didn’t take you long,” Mom said as I closed the door behind Felicity.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I turned around and crossed my arms.
