Page 9 of A Holiday Lift
WHAT WAS PREVIOUSLY “THE END” . . .
Thankyou for reading this short story of A Holiday Lift. I was reminded of how much I loved writing Dean and Holly after watching Passionflix film it that I knew I needed to go in and give more. I wanted answers to my own questions and to see where they went. So... did Dean show Holly that this time of year is the best? Read and find out.
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~Two Years Later~
“Dean! Can you please help me?” I yell from my rather precarious spot on the stepstool.
He rushes into the living room, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?” I hear him say as he reaches to stop the stool from teetering on two legs.
“The angel was crooked,” I explain as if it should be obvious.
“Regardless, you shouldn’t be climbing up there.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s fine.”
“And if you fell?”
I step down, my hand touching his cheek. “You’d catch me.”
The anger deflates a little from him. “Not if I didn’t know you were falling.”
“I have faith.”
The last few months have been crazy. Yes, the holidays are always busy at the agency, but with the two of us being promoted in different departments, our hours have been ridiculous, leaving us to struggle to find time to see each other.
Dean got the promotion to the new department, and after my boss quit, I was given his spot. It made us dating much easier and people asked far fewer questions.
Not to mention, everyone at work considered us a foregone conclusion. Apparently, we weren’t very subtle.
“I’ve missed you,” he says as he wraps his arms around me.
“It’s been so hard with the new accounts we’ve gotten,” I say, loosening his tie. “Do you have everything settled with your new hire?”
He groans. “Not even close. She’s ambitious, which is great, but she’s reckless.”
“You’ll get her sorted out,” I reassure him.
“It would be much easier if she weren’t the owner’s daughter.”
I tap my hand on his chest with a grin. “Yeah, that does suck for you.”
Dean laughs before giving me a brief kiss. “Still, it’s a good thing we’re busy.”
“I know, but we’ll get a reprieve after the new year, right?”
He sighs deeply. “I doubt that I will.”
“Why?”
“Because I just got another account, and it’s going to require some travel, possibly even before the new year.”
“You’re going to miss New Year’s Eve?”
“I hope not, but if I have to fly out to Tokyo, then I may not have a choice.”
I try not to be sad about it, but I am. Being with him has brought me so much joy. He made me promises, and he’s kept every one of them. I love him so much, and selfishly, I want to be with him.
