20
Revelation
She didn’t call Renee right away. Her mind was filled with too much confusion, too great a jumble of thoughts and emotions to trust herself. First of all, she had to figure out what was going on.
Nothing had happened.
Henry had helped her out, but she couldn’t deny how attracted she felt to the kindly vet-turned-reindeer farmer who also adopted stray cats and could possibly be the son of Santa Claus. However, he hadn’t made a play on her—okay, he had called her beautiful, but in a matter-of-fact way that could be disregarded as a casual remark—and, in fact, had seemed quite keen to get her home, when letting her stay over might have been possible considering her condition.
Perhaps he had a wife or a girlfriend who had been due home? What if she lived in Inverness and was
