Sweet Holiday Wishes: Chapter Two
Stifling a yawn, Lizzy drove into her apartment building’s lot. “Up on the Housetop” played on the radio, but she didn’t sing along. Her ho-ho-ho had gone up and went. She didn’t have it in her to act jolly or full of holiday spirit. She parked in her spot and got out of the car.
After working fourteen hours at the hospital, all she wanted was a shower, breakfast, and seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. Lizzy entered her studio apartment and kicked off her shoes.
A minute or so later, a knock sounded.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Mitch.”
Huh? She opened the door.
Her husband stood there in a pair of faded jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. His high cheekbones seemed sharper, but he was as handsome as the night they’d met at a party. His brown hair was sh
