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Authors: Sharon Kleve

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Josey's Christmas Cookie (3 page)

***

“Oh Harry, Clint was so chivalrous. He sent shivers down my feathers.”
Beatrice said lovingly.

Harry said,
“I agree my love. I would have done the same for you. I can’t believe Kyle kicked that poor sweet dog. I might have reacted harshly though; when I sent our seagull friends in the direction of his shiny car. He’s seems very angry. You don’t think he’ll take his anger out on Josey, do you?”

“I don’t know, we’d better warn Cookie. Can you get his attention, darling?”
asked Beatrice.

“My sweetness, if I can get him to look out the window; he’ll understand. A couple pecks on the glass should get his attention,”
said Harry
.

***

Cookie had the curtain pulled aside and was focused on something outside. He was halfway through another howl,
“Bay—aaar”,
when he stopped. I turned to make sure he was okay and saw he was chomping on something. The crumbs were dropping into his bandana; instead of onto the floor. I stroked his ears and peaked out the side of the window.

“Come look, Clint. You’re not going to believe this. Kyle is trying to mess with your car tire, but he’s being bombarded by seagulls. Should I send Cookie after him?” Clint stepped close to my side; it was getting warm in here.

Clint said, “No, he’s given up and he’s leaving now. If anything happens to my car I’ll call the police and they can handle it.”

I turned toward Clint; our bodies touched ever so slightly and I wished for a sprig of mistletoe to appear. He moved in closer. I could see the gold flecks in his blues eyes that made them seem to twinkle. The laugh lines in the corners made him even more sexy, if that was possible. I heard a moan and hoped it wasn’t me. Clint laughed. It was Cookie, feeling left out. We both reached down to pet his head and our fingers intertwined.

Clint rubbed his cheek near my ear and said, “You smell incredible. I want to eat you up.” It must be the spaghetti sauce. He raised his other hand and caressed my face. His lips brushed mine; they were soft, until he deepened the kiss. His kisses became deeper and lingered and I responded. He tasted like heaven and I never wanted to let go. He lifted his head and sniffed again, but it wasn’t me he was sniffing, it was the air, “Josey… in all the excitement we’d forgotten about the sauce burning.”

“Oh no! My sauce—our dinner.” We hurried back to the kitchen with Cookie on our heels. I grabbed a spoon to stir the sauce and see how bad the bottom was burnt, but Clint stopped me.

“Wait and let me taste the sauce on top. It might be okay. If you stir it, it’ll incorporate the burnt taste.”

Clint had cooking knowledge. Always good to know. “Here’s a spoon. Don’t burn your mouth,” I said.

Clint gave me his dazzling smile. “Wow, this is good and salvageable. Why don’t you start the water boiling and I’ll go get the wine I brought; it’s one of my favorite reds.”

I put the bread in the oven, set the table and got the salad out; all the while my lips tingled. I heard,
“Bay—”.
The howl stopped shorter this time. Clint appeared with Cookie in his wake; with crumbs on his whiskers. “Okay guys, what’s up?”

Clint handed me the bottle of wine and looked sheepish when he said, “I figured out real fast why he was called Cookie. Dog cookies are the only thing that keeps him from howling and they’re good for his teeth too.”

“Thank you for the wine and the dog cookie trick. I especially want to thank you for how you handled Kyle. I’m sorry you had to get involved in that situation. I haven’t seen Kyle in a year. He left me during a time I really needed support.”

“I’m sorry. Why did he show up now?” he asked.

“I suspect he thought I was worthy now that I have a large house he can entertain his clients in. As you might have noticed, he’s shallow, conceded and an all-around jerk. Before you ask, I have no idea what I saw in him.” Looking back now, all I remember was feeling lucky to be in his company. That’s not a healthy relationship.

Clint leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine.
Heat flowed through my body and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Oh, that felt good. Feeling eye’s on me I stepped back, “The water’s boiling; I’m going to pour us a glass of wine.” I said, a little out of breath.

Cookie was watching me and his mouth opened like he was going to howl, but he waited. Oh, I saw how it was going to be; he thought he had me trained. Well, he did. “Here you go sweet thing. Don’t make me have to put you on a diet.”

After dinner Clint and I sat on the floor and ate chocolate cupcakes. Clint changed Cookie’s bandana and my sweet dog fell asleep on his new bed.

***

Harry said,
“My dear love dove; this was the easiest matchmaking gig we’ve ever had.
They found each other all on their own, with a little help from a dog.”

“Josey’s parents would be so proud of her. Now all she needs are festive decorations to make her beautiful home sparkle for Christmas and our job will be complete.”
Beatrice cooed.

***

We sat in comfortable silence, holding hands for awhile. I looked around and realized I didn’t have any holiday decorations up. They were all stored in the attic. I didn’t get them down last year; it was too soon. I didn’t have an excuse this year. “Clint, would you be willing to help me get my Christmas decorations down from the attic? I’m not a wimp, but it’s a really dark and scary attic.”

He laughed, “Of course. Let’s do it now.”

It took an hour to sort through all the boxes labeled Christmas. My parents kept all of our childhood Christmas craft ornaments. Clint found a box labeled “grandma’s antique ornaments” and opened it. I watched his face and knew we’d be using those to decorate. I asked, “What did you find?”

“A box of really old, incredibly beautiful ornaments. Do you know who they belonged to?” Clint asked.

“Those were my mom’s grandmother’s ornaments. I forgot about them. We haven’t used them for years. In the corner are a couple of boxes that are labeled the same. I bet you’ll find more decorations in those too. I could decorate the whole house in an antique theme. What do you think?”

“I think I’d like to help, if you want it.” His eyes sparkled even in the dimly lit attic.

Feeling a warmth inside I’d never felt before I said, “I’d really like that.”

“Josey, what are your plans for Christmas?” Clint asked.

“My sister asked me to come to Oregon to be with her family, but I didn’t feel like traveling. Now I have Cookie to take care of so I figured I’d stay home.” I said.

“Josey, come with me. I want you to meet my crazy family. I know we just met, but it feels right. Doesn’t it?” he asked with uncertainty in his voice.

It did feel right… “What about Cookie? I can’t leave him alone.”

Clint said, “Oh, he’ll be right at home at the ranch, I promise you.” He leaned forward and I saw our future in his dazzling eyes as I said, “Yes! Cookie and I would love to spend Christmas with you and your family.”

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