Page 216 of Santa Daddies
Then he’d disappeared and she hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day. She’d made the apple pie and left him some in the fridge.
“Hello.”
She let out a small cry and glanced over to find a stranger sitting at the dining table.
Holy Christmas bells!
How had she not noticed him there? She put her hand on her racing heart.
He had a plate in front of him with a piece of apple pie on it.
“Great pie. I’m guessing you made it since Anson can’t bake.” He grinned.
He knew Anson.
Well, duh, Alice.
You always were a bit slow on the uptake.
“Um, yes,” she said.
He waved the fork. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not an axe murderer or anything. I mean, if I was, would I really sit down and have some apple pie before murdering you? Actually, maybe I would. More hygienic than having it after I murdered you.”
What?
“Joey!” Anson barked as he limped into the room with another man.
“What?”
“Stop scaring Alice. This is my brother, Joey. And my friend, Miles.” The other man nodded to her, studying her closely. “This is Alice.”
“Hi, Alice. Nice to meet you,” Miles said.
Joey waved at her. “Don’t mind me, I’m just here to eat pie and plow the driveway.”
“Plow the driveway?” she asked as she moved to the coffee pot.
“Uh-huh. Should be all good for you to drive on by this afternoon.”
“Tomorrow,” Anson countered.
Joey sent him a strange look. Then he smirked. “Right, my bad. By tomorrow.”
“Do you all want some coffee?” she asked them.
Miles shook his head.
“Yes,” Anson said.
“That would be great, darlin’,” Joey replied.
“You need to get back to work,” Anson told him.
“Come on, Joey,” Miles said.
Joey stood with a wide smile. “Right. I need to get back to work. I’ll take a raincheck on the coffee. Great pie, though, darlin’.”
“There’s plenty more if you want to take some home with you,” she offered.
