CHAPTER ELEVEN
On the walk from the community center, Sheridan focused on the sidewalk in front of her. She’d stared enough at Michael. He hadn’t caught her yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. At least he couldn’t see into her daydreams—ones involving a ceiling covered in mistletoe. His kiss was that good.
“The fair was fun.” He walked next to her, shortening his stride slightly to match hers. “And more my style than the gala.”
“Mine, too.” She raised the bag containing two ornaments for the community tree and three dog toys she’d purchased to donate to her mom’s rescue. “Unlike the auction, we could afford to do our part at the fair. Let’s hope everyone else does theirs.”
“Lots of people were buying things. They should reach their goal.” Michael nudged her with his shoulder. “I s
