A Bradford Holiday Meeting Part II
“What’s the name of the restaurant, sweetheart?”
“Will you make sure that I get to cook Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner?” she asked, watching his expression through narrowed eyes.
He opened his mouth, but abruptly shut it and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding thoughtfully. “I understand.”
“You do?” he asked, sounding surprised and for good reason.
She’d never given up this easily before.
Then again…..
She wasn’t exactly giving up… Read More