Sweet Holiday Wishes: Chapter Seven
Christmas Day
The twenty-fifth of December dawned with swatches of pink, orange, and purple painted across the sky. Staring out the window, Mitch tried to lose himself in the breathtaking view, but all he could think about was Lizzy.
His sweet Lizzy.
Not his for much longer.
“You’re up early,” she said from behind him.
Mitch hadn’t slept. He wanted to do what was right, but it was killing him.
Turning, he forced a smile. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you. I’ll make coffee.”
“Already did. The cinnamon rolls are heating up in the oven, too.”
The surprise on her face was another dagger to his heart.
Her smile looked almost tentative. “You’re spoiling me.”
He should have been doing that all along, as Lizzy had with him. “You deserve it.”
