“Oh God, Holly, I’m sorry.”
“Please, James, it’s OK. XXX “My man!” he said. By Saturday, I was actually dreading the fundraiser. “I didn’t get you anything either.”
“That’s OK. “Holly helps me with the books and does a lot with inventory and supplies. Hell of a way to spend your childhood.”
As we went back inside, I asked, “What about Child Protective Services? What do you want to do?”
“Go shopping for Christmas decorations for the dining room. The shot must have been taken just before we had opened for Thanksgiving dinner. I doubt she realized it, but I could see down the neck of her jersey, with a good shot of her breasts. Don’t worry, I’ll be back before we have to start working again. I think I could fall for you, hard, but I’m just not sure I’m ready.”
“Here’s an idea,” Holly said.
