Her Mistletoe Magic. Kristine Rolofson

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      “YOU’VE GOT IT BAD, little brother.”

      “I’m going to pretend you’re not here.” Nico didn’t bother to argue. Once Marie decided something, the sun would have to fall out of the sky to change her mind. How her mild-mannered husband stayed sane was a mystery to the entire family. Ignoring the cold, he leaned against the back door’s frame and waited for his sister to continue, as he knew she would.

      “She’s beautiful. And she spent the night.”

      “She slept with Al, not me.”

      “So you say.” She eyed him speculatively. “Wait till Mom hears about this. She’ll think Christmas came early.”

      “Mom doesn’t have to know anything.”

      “What? Are you kidding? Brian’s going over there to decorate cookies again this afternoon. You think he’s not going to tell his grandma that Uncle Nico had a friend over? A pretty female friend with a boot on her foot, just like the one that Elizabeth in Mrs. Rayak’s class had last year when she fell off the ski lift?”

      “I could pay him. What’s the going rate for keeping his mouth shut?”

      Marie shrugged. “He’s not motivated by money. Unfortunately. I offered him five dollars not to tell his father that I said three very bad words when that guy backed into me last week.”

      “Yeah? What happened?”

      “Oh, his insurance company will pay for it. There was a witness.”

      “I meant with Brian.” Nico liked the kid. For a nine-year-old, he pretty much had it together. He managed to tiptoe through the minefield of having an older sister and a younger one quite well. His ability to stay calm and detached in the midst of female drama made him more like his father than the Vitelli side of his family.

      “He told me he had heard worse at school and to be cool.”

      “You are cool.”

      “I am,” Marie said. “I’m forty-two and I’m definitely cool. Now, let’s talk about you.”

      “I’m going to ask her to dinner Thursday.”

      “That’s Christmas Eve.”

      “I know.”

      “That’s big.”

      “I’m aware of that. I hope the family doesn’t scare her off.”

      “Nico, we’ll be on our best behavior.” She frowned. “I mean, we’ll do our best. Maybe ‘best behavior’ is a little optimistic. But for you to bring a woman to Christmas Eve? This is really big. How long have you known her?”

      “Since I started work here. I see her almost every day at the lodge.” And I’ve been half in love with her since the first minute I saw her.

      Nico thought it wise not to say that aloud.

      “She’s why you wouldn’t let us fix you up. How long have you been, uh, dating her?”

      “I’ve been, uh, dating her since last night.” He enjoyed the look of surprise on his sister’s face. “I told you, she fell in the kitchen at work and hurt her ankle. I brought her home to help her out. To take care of her.”

      “And now we’re back where we started,” his sister said. “You’ve got it bad.”

      “I do,” Nico admitted. “But it’s not mutual. Yet.”

      “It will be,” Marie assured him, giving him a quick hug. “Just be your charming self. And ply her with chocolate. Women like that.”

      “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.”

      “You’ve never failed at anything you set out to do.” She frowned. “Except when you tried out for football. That was pretty much a disaster.”

      “I’ve put on some muscle since then.” But he would never be able to throw a ball fifty yards and actually hit a target.

      “Don’t be too charming,” Marie warned. “That California stuff was ridiculous.” She gave him another hug. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

      “Me, too.” He waved them off, watched Al lift his leg on his favorite holly bush and then turned back to the house.

      He would romance Grace with food and attention. She was a very private person, but she’d let down her guard a little last night.

      And she’d smiled at him when he’d brought her coffee.

      That was a promising start to the day.