Chapter 3
“This guesthouse is so cozy,” Connor said, coming out of the bedroom and back into the living room where I had just lit one of those formed three-hour logs in the fireplace.
I leaned against the mantel and idly played with the Christmas stocking my mother had hung above the fireplace.
“Glad you like it. When I was growing up this place was a sort of playroom. Well, playhouse, I guess. We had a pool table, video games, that sort of thing in here. Wasn’t until we got older my parents turned it back into a guesthouse.”
“Well, I really love it and I love the way your mom decorated it.” Connor waved his hand to indicate the seven foot fresh-cut Christmas tree decorated with gold and red decorations as well as all the other Christmas touches she’d done, like the stocking and a ging
