Page 36 of Merry with Me

“Good. There are six years between me and Beck and ten between me and Brooke. I’m the oldest of all the grandkids. It was just me for a while, and to hear my family tell it, I was quite the character.”

“How so?”

“Do you remember my story about the wiener pants?” she asks.

I chuckle. “Yep.”

“Okay, so there was also this one time my uncle Maverick showed up a little late to a family event, and he had what I thought was a golden ticket stuck to the bottom of his shoe. You know Willy Wonka, right?”

“I do.”

“Great. So, anyway, I saw the gold and got excited, thinking it was a golden ticket. I got rushed away, and it wasn’t until I was older and my mom and aunts were reliving some of their ‘Blake tales’ that I learned what it really was.”

“Well, what was it?”

“A condom wrapper.” She covers her face with her hands. “Talk about embarrassing.”

“How old were you?” My shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“I think seven or eight. Go ahead, laugh it up at my expense.” She waves her hand in the air.

“I’m sorry, but that’s funny.”

“My aunt Alyssa said it was one of those ‘you had to be there moments,’ but they all still laugh their asses off anytime someone brings it up.”

The oven timer goes off, so I turn and grab the biscuits before they burn. I make both of our plates and take a seat next to her at the island. “Eat up.”

“Do you ever use your formal dining room?”

“No, not really. Most of the time, it’s just me, and this island seats five. This is more convenient.”

“You should host a holiday dinner party. Invite your best friend and his family.”

“Yeah, no. I won’t be doing that.”

“Grump,” she teases, leaning her shoulder into mine.

“Sunshine.” I wink at her, and that blush I love so much coats her cheeks.

While we eat, we chat about our college experiences and why I chose to go into the medical field. With parents who are doctors, the choice was easy for me. They never pressured me to go to medical school. It was something I wanted to do. By the time we’re finished and the dishes are in the dishwasher, we’ve got just enough time to make it back to the hospital to meet this Jerry character.

“They’re working on the big Christmas tree at the main entrance,” Blakely directs as she bounces in her seat. She really does love Christmas. “You can park over there.”

Doing as she says, I park in the spot she pointed out, and she’s out of the car before I can open her door for her. I rush to turn off my SUV, grab my keys, and follow her. I scan the area and count five guys working. None of them are paying us a bit of attention, so I’m certain none of them are this Jerry guy. I hope he’s pissed that she’s not alone.

“There she is!” a jovial voice calls out.

I step up behind Blakely and slide my arm around her waist. She peers up at me under long lashes, a look of confusion crossing her face. The urge to kiss her is strong, but the man in question, who I’m guessing is Jerry, steals her attention.

I don’t like it.

“What do you think?” the guy asks.

I peel my eyes away from Blakely and bite down on my cheek to keep from smiling. Jerry, if I had to guess, is in his late sixties, and he’s not looking at Blakely like he wants to drag her to his bed. No, he’s looking at her with genuine affection. My shoulders fall, and I relax, knowing he’s not the competition.

“I’m so excited,” Blakely replies.

“I knew you would be. Last year, I think you spent as much time out here while we put up and decorated this tree as our crew did.” Jerry laughs.