“Good Christmas Day?” she asked. “Are we British now?” She cut a look to the kitchen, where Lauren leaned against the stovetop behind her, watching and listening without shame.
“I just—didn’t want to swear,” Scott said with a grin. “Just wow.” He reached her and took her into his arms. “I love this blouse. I love these pants. Those earrings. Everything about you is simply—flawless.” He whispered the last couple of words right in her ear, probably trying to keep Lauren from overhearing everything.
Joy enjoyed the safety of his arms, but she cleared her throat and stepped back. “I have your gift. Looks like you got coffee. Do you want to…go somewhere?”
“I’m headed to Blake’s,” Lauren said. She pushed away from the stove and opened the drawer where she kept her keys. “Don’t go anywhere. Op
