CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Merry Christmas to me.
The house was so quiet, so empty.
Michael had wanted to be alone for the holidays, but now, the silence grated on him.
He stared at his parents’ tree. Each ornament held a story, but today that brought no laughter.
No joy.
The multicolor lights blinked. On and off. On and off. He preferred white bulbs.
No presents sat under the branches. The stockings didn’t overflow with gifts. He missed the scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. He’d forgotten to share that tradition with Sheridan.
I don’t fly out until the morning. All I have to do is hang my ornament, and then we can spend Christmas Eve together.
He should have said yes.
Y-E-S.
Instead of saying that, he’d packed his bag and left the beach house before she returned. Why hadn’t he g
