Chapter 13
Delaney had managed to get the tree inside that night when she’d arrived home, but Nana had decided to wait until after church Sunday to put the decorations on, so Delaney had decided to do something she rarely had time for. Rather than turning on the TV or getting out her laptop, she curled up next to the fireplace with a good book and listened to the familiar clink of her grandmother’s knitting needles. The romance novel reminded her just how much she loved to read, and she was glad she’d taken a few hours to do that, especially since the book was by one of her good friends, Olivia Kensington, and she’d been meaning to read it for weeks. Now, the next time she came into the bakery, Delaney wouldn’t have to tell the same little white lie that she’d started the book but hadn’t
