An Unexpected Holiday Gift

“So, back to you and Mia.”

A beautiful, sassy and very sexy woman with a really cool kid is the last thing I need in my life right now. “There is no me and Mia,” Keylan said, heading for the exit.

Chapter 4 (#uf3978852-afe2-546c-b4e5-dc8ad14ec10a)

Mia walked through the door of her three-bedroom bungalow behind her son, holding two bags of groceries and her son’s backpack. They walked through the living and dining room, passing an oversize, brown stress-leather sofa and a large bay window with a wide bench, to get to her grand, black-and-white gourmet kitchen that sat off her family room. “Good job, little man. Now place the milk on the table and go put your backpack away.”

“I no have it,” he replied, frowning, showing Mia his empty hands.

Mia smiled. “It’s by the front door. I dropped it next to Mommy’s purse.”

“Okeydoke,” he sang, running out of the kitchen.

Mia placed the grocery bags on her kitchen island. She looked around the room and her smile widened. Mia still couldn’t believe how great her remodel had turned out, especially after she’d fired her initial contractor for the rude remarks he’d continuously made about her son.

“Backpack’s up, Mommy. Colby big boy.”

“I know,” she confirmed as she put away her groceries. “How about beans, wieners and a salad for dinner?”

“No salad.” His face scrunched up.

“Yes, a little salad.”

“Call Keylan now?” he asked, jumping up and down.

“Colby, we talked about this already, son. Keylan is very busy right now.”

“I want to talk to Keylan now,” he insisted, his little hands fisted at his sides.

Mia sighed. “Mommy doesn’t have his number.” Colby ran from the room. “I guess I’m not winning Mommy of the Year again.” Mia looked over at the last award Colby had made for her that still hung on the information board in their kitchen.

Colby ran back into the kitchen, smiling. “I got it.”

“Got what?” she asked, her back turned away from her son as she opened the can of beans, pouring them into a small pot before she lit the fire on her gas stove under the pan.

“Keylan’s number.”

Mia turned around so fast she nearly gave them both whiplash. “What?”

“Keylan’s number,” he said, waving a business card in the air.

Mia took the card and read the handwritten message on the back. Call me anytime, little man. “Great,” she snapped.

Colby ran out of the kitchen again, only to return seconds later holding his mother’s cell phone. “Call Keylan.”

Mia exhaled noisily and turned on the fire under the pan of hot dogs. She accepted the phone, looked at the number and started dialing.

Please don’t answer...please don’t answer.

* * *

Keylan had just pulled his black Sienna Porsche into the large circular driveway of his aunt’s mini mansion when his phone rang. He looked at the number but didn’t recognize it. Since only a handful of people had his private number, he answered it.

“Keylan Kingsley.”

“Hello, Mr. Kingsley.” Keylan knew instantly who it was. The edge to her voice was very familiar.

“It’s Keylan or KJ, Mia,” he reminded her.

“You gave my son your business card.”

Keylan didn’t know if that was a statement or a question. He decided on the former. “I know. And I told him to call me whenever he wanted.”

“I really hope you’re not using my son to get to me because that would not only be despicable, but a waste of time.”

“My, my, aren’t we full of ourselves. Is it so hard to believe I could actually like your son, see something pretty special about him?”

“Well—”

“And, for the record, when I want a woman, I go to her. I don’t need to use anyone,” he said, trying to control his annoyance.

“I wanna talk to Keylan!” he heard the boy say in the background.

“May I speak with Colby, please?”

“Yes, of course. One moment please.” Her tone turned pleasant.

“Hi, Keylan!”

“Hello, buddy. How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“What are you doing?” Keylan was excited to hear Colby’s voice and curious about his answer.

“I’m talking to you.”

Keylan laughed. “Yes, you are. Did you want to tell or ask me something?”

“Come play with me tomorrow. I’ll be good. I promise!”

Keylan’s heart flipped. “Yes, buddy, I’ll come play with you tomorrow. I promise.”

“Okay...”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Keylan listened for a response but the phone fell silent. “I guess that’s that.”

Keylan put his phone in his pocket and exited the car. He made his way to his aunt Elizabeth’s front door. It always made him laugh, entering her mustard-color house through a bright white door. Keylan had raised his hand to knock when the door opened. Elizabeth Kingsley, his mother’s sister and only sibling, had raised her children alongside his mother’s after both their husbands had been killed in a plane crash.