Chapter 2
Marc hoisted his suitcase and tiptoed down the hall, peeking into the spare bedroom to make sure Owen was still busy with the kittens. He hurried over to Owen’s Yule altar and hid his gift among the pine boughs and holly branches.
When Owen did his Yule ritual to celebrate the return of the sun tomorrow, he’d find it. Marc had to admit he was chickening out doing it that way. But maybe if he gave Owen time alone to consider the question, it might work in Marc’s favor.
Setting the bag by the front door, he drew on his coat and hat. “Owen, I’m leaving. Come kiss me goodbye.”
A minute later Owen hurried in holding a bag spilling over with brightly wrapped packages. “Here, don’t forget the gifts for your family. Nothing special, just some candles I made, and dried herbs. And some
