A Very Grey Christmas (Kissing Eden #3)
by T.A. Foster
I was getting ready to spend the single most important holiday of the year alone. Completely and utterly alone.
That meant he wouldn’t be there Christmas Eve. No making Christmas cookies, or listening to my dad sing off-key while my mom bustled around wrapping last-minute gifts. No decorating the tree. No midnight Christmas kiss.
No waking up in Grey’s arms. We were actually going to spend our very first Christmas in different states.
That was until Grey gave me the most unexpected gift of my life.
I woke up Saturday morning stretched across my bed, noticing the empty space next to me. The sheets were cool. No note from Grey on the pillow. I frowned then peeled myself from under the covers and decided it was too cold to get out of bed just yet. I pulled my phone off the bedside stand, and sent Grey a text.
Good morning. Miss you.
I probably miss you more. It was lonely last night.
I sighed. What was it going to take to get him to come up here? Mason and his damned condo project could wait another week. I knew Mason wasn’t buried in work. He planned on seeing Taylor over the holidays. She was in the midst of serious holiday scheming where he was concerned. I had never seen my best friend so head over heels in love in all the years I had known her.
I typed to Grey.
There’s only one thing I want for Christmas.
What’s that, pretty girl?
I waited. We were within the one-week Christmas window and buying a ticket now would cost a fortune, but for the first time, Grey could afford a small fortune on travel. Mason had bought in for his half of the condo deal. Grey was officially wealthy.
It seemed like an hour passed before he finally answered.
I’ll call you later.
Ugh! I threw the covers off my legs. I wondered if I promised to wrap myself in nothing but a red bow if that would entice him to make the trip. There had to be a way to get him here. I trudged to the bathroom to brush my teeth and start the shower.
I hated that Christmas maybe carried sad memories for him. But that was my job now—to help Grey create new memories. Happy memories.
I stepped into the steamy shower and lathered my hair. What if I cut my trip short? I could go back to Texas on Christmas night instead of the day after. At least that way we’d have the night together. I didn’t care if we went to Connor’s bonfire or stayed home on the couch watching It’s a Wonderful Life. We would at least be together. I rinsed the shampoo and conditioner from my hair and reached for a towel. Yes, that’s what I had to do. I’d tell my mom over coffee. She would understand that Grey was back home waiting for me. He was my home now and I had to do this.
She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children, and two canine kiddos.
T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.
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