Page 14 of Flown in for Christmas

The silence between us is long and heavy as I wait for her decision. I half expect her to demand I book her a hotel and flight back to Dallas before we leave this parking lot.

Sitting up, she turns to me. “I’ll stay.”

My heart leaps in my chest. I straighten, fighting down a grin as I tug my phone from my pocket. “I’ll call Rich right now and—”

She puts her hand up, stopping me short. “I don’t want your money.”

My brow furrows. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to think this is part of your job. I realize I’m keeping you from spending time with your family for Christmas.”

She winces at my words. It’s subtle, but it’s there. “I’m sure,” she says, adding with a glance outside, “Although, I could use a winter coat and pair of boots if I’ll be staying for the week.”

I grin despite myself, pulling the car out of park. “I know just the place.”

Seven.

Joy

“This is the firstever Davis Sporting Goods,”Nicktells me as he parks outside in the snow-covered lot. The building is smaller than the grand, spacious stores I’ve been to, and it doesn’t quite match the fresh, clean-cut atmosphere of the brand now. There’s something…different about this store. It’s warmer, welcoming.

I climb out to head inside, huddling into my boss’ coat that smells like crisp winter air and warm cedar. I inhale deeply. No man’s coat hasanybusiness smelling this dang delicious.

Trudging through the snow, Nick walks beside me, trying to block the icy wind. He’s chivalrous, I’ll give him that.

He just wants you to ‘play along’ like a good little assistant. I frown at the thought.

He gave me the opportunity to say no twice now. His plan is…insane, honestly, but I understand why he’s doing it. I’d do the same, wouldn’t I? There are some things you just can’t let slide.

Like your brother ditching you for Christmas.

Or an estranged relative coming in and demanding their dues.

It’s off-putting, the idea of lying to his family. They’ve already welcomed me with such kind, open arms, and with his father’s health status… The least I can do is be here for him and his family. Even if that means pretending to be someone I’m not. And if we’re being truthful with ourselves, the thought of enjoying Christmas as a family—even if it’s not my own—is more than enough compensation.

A quaint bell above the door chimes as we walk inside. The interior matches the exterior: original and wholesome. “Welcome to Davis Sporting Goods,” an older gentleman announces as the door closes behind us with a bitter whistle from the wind.

Nick smiles at the sight of the man behind the register. “Hello, Jerry. How’s business?”

The man lifts his gaze and beams. “Nick!” he hoots, shuffling around the counter and engulfing him in a sure embrace. “What a pleasant surprise seeing you here. How’s the family?”

“Everyone’s well, Jer,” he replies. “And yours?”

“Good, good.” Jerry’s gaze slides to me. “And who might this pretty young lady be? What are you doing walking around with this overworked lug?” He chuckles.

Nick’s arm circles my waist as I extend a hand, adding, “I’m Joy. Nick’s fiancée.” The words taste funny on my tongue even as my chest heats and my stomach flip-flops.

My announced fiancé tugs me closer.

“My, my. Congratulations, you two.” He whistles. “Meredith is going to be scuffed she missed you both.”

“We’ll see you both on Tuesday, won’t we?” Nick asks.

“Of course.” Jerry nods. “We wouldn’t miss a traditional Davis Christmas Eve for the world,” he says, gesturing between us. “Now, what can I help you lovebirds find this evening? Ice skates for tomorrow, I assume?”

There’s ice skating?

“Not today,” Nick says. “We lost some of the missus’ luggage, so we need a pair of boots and a suitable coat for this weather we’re having.”

“Ah.” Jerry waves us to follow. “We don’t have much left in stock, but I’m sure you’ll find something. Doesn’t need to be pretty, right?” He laughs. “The snow just keeps coming, I’m telling you.” He leads us to the winter coats, pointing out which racks are on sale before making a joke they’ll beon the housewhen the front door chimes with another customer. “Holler if you kids need anything. Boots are along the far wall.”

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