Page 50 of Christmas with Holly

“When are you leaving?”

“Christmas Eve.” Seeing his slight frown, Maggie said, “Before I go, I’ll leave a present for Holly under the tree, so she can open it Christmas morning.”

“She’d rather open it with you there.”

Maggie blinked, uncertain how to reply. Did that mean he wanted her to spend Christmas with him? Was he thinking about inviting her? “I always stay with my family on Christmas,” she said warily.

Mark nodded, letting the subject drop. He drove her to the house at Rainshadow Vineyard, and together they wrestled the tree inside.

It was quiet in the house, with Holly still at school. Sam had gone to Seattle to visit friends and to do some holiday shopping.

Maggie smiled as she saw the proliferation of white paper snowflakes hanging from doorways and ceilings. “Someone’s been busy.”

“Holly learned to make them in school,” Mark said. “Now she’s turned into a one-woman snowflake factory.”

He started a fire in the fireplace, while Maggie unwrapped packages of white twinkle lights for the tree.

Within an hour, they had set the tree in its stand and strung it with lights. “Now for the magical part,” Maggie said, wedging her way into the narrow space behind the tree. She plugged the light strand in, and the tree began to glimmer and sparkle.

“It’s not magic,” Mark said, but he was smiling as he stood back to view the tree.

“What is it, then?”

“A system of tiny bulbs illuminated by the movement of electrons in semiconductor material.”

“Yes.” Maggie held up a forefinger significantly as she approached him. “But what makes themtwinkle?”

“Magic,” he said in resignation, his lips twitching.

“Exactly.” She gave him a satisfied grin.

Mark slid his hands through her hair and grasped her head, and looked at her. “I need you in my life.”

For a moment Maggie couldn’t move or breathe. The statement was startling in its bluntness, in its directness. She couldn’t turn away, could only stare at him, mesmerized by the expression in his blue-green eyes.

“Not long ago I told Holly that love is a choice,” Mark said. “I was wrong. Love isn’t a choice. The only choice is what you’re going to do with it.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“I understand what you’re afraid of. I understand why this is so hard for you. And you can choose not to take a chance. But I’m going to love you anyway.”

Maggie closed her eyes.

“You’ve got all the time you need,” she heard him say. “I can wait until you’re ready. I just had to tell you how I feel.”

She still couldn’t look at him. “I may never be ready for the kind of commitment you want. If you were just asking for meaningless sex, it would be no problem. That I could do. But you—”

“Okay.”

Her eyes flew open. “Okay what?”

“I’ll take the meaningless sex.”

Maggie stared at him in bewilderment. “You just said you were willing to wait!”

“I’m willing to wait for commitment. But in the meantime I can settle for sex.”

“So…you would be fine with a physical relationship that’s going nowhere?”

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