Page 11 of Run, Run Mistletoe
My phone rings and I pick it up. “Yeah?”
“Are you alright, Frankincense? You didn’t call me.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I ran into a friend and she needed some help.”
“By any chance would that be Mistletoe?”
“Yes, Mother,” I huff.
“She’s a nice girl, isn’t she?”
“Yeah. But I don’t understand why you told me that she’d be interested in selling her place. There’s no way that she is. She’s took my head off multiple times about it.”
“Hmmm. Maybe she was just tired that night she mentioned it.”
“Right. Well, I’ve got to go. She’s on her way back with Velvet.”
“Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she? I can’t believe Donny has never even met her. He’s such a jerk.”
“Yeah. If she’s anything like her mom he’ll be the one missing out so that’s on him.”
“That’s very true. Be very careful taking them home. Precious cargo, you know.”
“I know. I’ll talk to you later.”
We switched Velvet’s car seat to my car when I took Misty home so if we needed it, it was here.
The back door flies open and a little girl chatters to her mom as Misty helps her up and inside. She smiles up at me and holds out her hand and it’s so stinking cute that I can’t help grinning at her.
“Hello, Velvet. I’ve heard so much about you. My name’s Frank.” I shake hands with her and Misty snorts.
“Frank?”
I glare at her. “Yeah. Frank.”
“Right. Okay, Velvet. Let’s get you all buckled in so we can head home.”
She keeps chattering and I face forward but watch them in the rearview mirror. Both of their pale blond heads are close together and I can see that Velvet is a little mirror image of her mom. Same blond hair, same cute little smile, same light blue eyes. Even the same creamy pale skin. Same freckles.
Just too cute for words.
I’ve never even thought about having kids but the little girl in the backseat makes me think that I’m not as opposed as I always thought I was.
Misty gets in the front and buckles up and I slowly pull out, my eyes checking left and right.
After all, they really are precious cargo.
“Thanks,Frank. I appreciate this. I don’t really know a lot about buying a car.”
I smirk at her. “I kinda saw that with the truck.”
She flushes and glares at me. “Har-de-har.”
We stand in the little lot of the place in the next town. I run my eyes over the lot and almost immediately I see what I would buy for her. A cute little pick-up truck with four doors and all the bells and whistles.
It would be perfect for the two girls in front of me.
But Misty immediately heads for an old beater that looks like it’s barely hanging on.
