A Kiss In The Snow

“Gladys gave me a key and told me to let myself in. I can knock next time if you’d prefer.”

If she said she did, then she would sound crabby and petulant. In truth, she didn’t mind him showing up as much as she was bothered by the fact that he seemed to cause the space around him to shrink.

Gladys’s kitchen was oversize by nearly every standard. Years ago, she’d decided to become a caterer and had had her kitchen remodeled to commercial specifications. There were huge double ovens, miles of counter space and all the bells and whistles required to make a health inspector happy. Gladys had grown tired of the business but had kept the kitchen. Nancee was now able to take advantage of that. But despite the openness of the grand work area, Shep’s presence made everything seem...small.

He was tall, but six-three wasn’t all that uncommon. A lot of guys had broad shoulders. Dark hair and green eyes completed the appealing package. She held in a sigh. Maybe it wasn’t him at all. Maybe it was her.

If only he hadn’t kissed her. Or if only he’d kissed her more.

“Nancee?”

“Huh?”

“Did you want me to knock?”

“What? Oh. No. It’s okay. I’ll get used to it.”

He shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the back of the bar stool by the island. “Gladys said you would need some help delivering your cupcakes today. I thought I’d offer.”

Seriously? After a night of Cheetos and vodka, that was her aunt’s takeaway? That Nancee should spend more time with Shep? Wasn’t avoiding him the best way to get over him? Not that she needed to get over anything. They hadn’t been a couple in years. She barely remembered anything about him.

Okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but no one had to know. She could pretend to be over him, and that would be good enough.