The next day, another gift awaited him. Shelley was already at her desk when Micah came in, so he popped his head out of his office and asked, “Did you see who was in here?”
“No,” she replied testily. “What do I look like, your secretary?”
“Someone left a present,” he told her.
With a shake of her hair, she said, “Good. I was beginning to think your Santa was a little cheap if all he gave you was a mini-box of chocolates. What is it this time?”
Micah didn’t know—the second gift was slightly larger than the first, and from its silhouette, he knew it had to be a bottle of some kind. Cologne was his bet, even though he didn’t wear any. But given the nature of the first part of his present, he wasn’t about to open this one in front of anyone else, especially not Shelley. Half-joking, he sa
