The Night Before Christmas
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
I love Christmas stories, always have. So when my editor called and asked if I wanted to be in a Christmas collection with Lori Foster and a handful of other talented authors, I jumped at the offer.
My only problem? This was last February. Hard to feel Christmasy in February, when the decorations are back in their boxes (finally) and the credit card is still maxed, and the thought of eggnog reminds you of that you still haven’t lost that extra few chocolate pounds…
But I found an old Christmas cd and put on some music. I convinced my husband I needed another present, which he didn’t wrap so hey, it really felt just like Christmas. And then I wrote.
Here’s an excerpt:
Maybe…maybe she needed a New Yea’s resolution — live life to its fullest, even if that meant occasionally deviating off the known path. She could mark the deviating on her calendar for, say, once a month.
Starting now. She dropped her purse to her desk. “Matt?”
“Do you carry condoms?”
He blinked. “What?”
“I assume a man like you carries.” She put her hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve never made the first move before-”
“Not because I’m a prude or anything, but because there’s never been anyone I wanted badly enough to risk the rejection.”
His eyes went dark, so very dark, as his hands came up to her waist. “I want to be clear, very clear,” he said. “This is you coming onto me, right?”
“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “It’s a New Year’s resolution sort of thing, a week early. Be kind, okay?”
“Cami, I plan on being everything you ever wanted.”