I SPUN AROUND to see shadowy Max standing in the doorway of the library. I reached over to the lamp and clicked it on. We both blinked in the light.
“What are you doing here?”
He stepped into the room, as his eyes took in the expanse of bookshelves, the expensive leather furniture bought for comfort and reading and the cozy touches that were distinctly Mom’s touch. My eyes, on the other hand, watched only him.
“Just wanted to see where you were stealing away to.”
I flopped back against the couch. “Welcome to my favorite hideaway.”
His eyes didn’t move from my face. “I like it.”
“Are you having fun?”
“Define fun.”
“A jolly good time?”
“Christmas isn’t my favorite holiday.”
“Who doesn’t like Christmas?”
He avoided the question. “Have you read all these books?”
“Only the ones on m
