“What? No? I figured you were ready to leave.”
“Not yet.”
The way he looked at me made my insides warm.
“Maybe today we can try and talk again?” Nash asked before putting a huge portion of pancakes in his mouth.
“Yes. Sure. Of course.” I swallowed hard and focused on the food Janet put in front of me. “Thank you, Janet. Please, go enjoy a few days off. I’ll be fine. Nash is here, so it’s not like I’m alone.”
Janet tried not to grin like a fool, but she clapped her hands. “My sister is in town and has been crafting over there without me. It will be fun for us both to be able to make a few things for family.”
“What?” I asked, my mouth dropping open. “Why didn’t you say you had family in town? I mean, I know you weren’t planning on me being here. I’m so sorry, Janet!”
Waving me off, she replied, “It’s okay. She’s here through Christmas.”
“Go! Go enjoy your time together.” This time it was me waving her off. I stood and hugged her as she kissed me on the cheek.
“You two enjoy yourselves,” Janet said, hurrying out of the kitchen.
Nash laughed. “She seems like a really nice person.”
“Janet is amazing. She’s been working for my parents for as long as I can remember. She’s more family than anything. My mother would be lost without Janet.”
Our gaze locked for a brief moment before I broke it and went back to eating.
“So, I went outside just a bit ago. Got to do what every person wants to do when it is snowing.”
“What’s that?”
He chuckled. “I leaned my head back and held out my tongue to catch the snow.”
“Oh.”
I tried hard not to laugh, but I lost the battle. Nash laughed along with me until we fell into another silence.
After finishing breakfast, we both cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, neither of us speaking. Then he took my hand and started to lead me out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To my favorite room so far in your house. The library.”
“That’s my favorite room as well.”
“I know; a little birdy told me that.” I smiled at him, remembering our conversation from my place.
We walked int
o the room, and I was surprised to see a fire going. Nash walked over and added a few logs to it.
“I started it before I went outside and then threw a couple logs on when I came in.”
“We usually have a tree in here by now. I guess with my parents being out of town, they didn’t get a chance to put one up before they left.”
Nash walked up and stood next to me. “A real one?”
I glanced up at him. “Nope. We have artificial trees.”
“Trees? As in plural?”