Nicholas“It’s so nice to see you again, Mr. Brownstone,” Molly said, embracing a thin older man. “We’ve missed you at Christmas Wishes this year.”“Ah, you know how it is. The older you get, the less you can stand the cold.” Mr. Brownstone imitated a shiver once he pulled away from Molly’s embrace. “Your parents had the right idea, Molly. Miami might be calling me and the missus’ name pretty soon, too.”Nicholas took a quick look around the home as Molly continued to make small talk with Mr. Brownstone. They were standing in the living room, and there was a large Christmas tree leaning against a far corner. The tree was decorated with tinsel and what looked to be family photographs, every picture within a snowflake-shaped frame.Nicholas could smell something sweet coming from the kitchen, and he unconsciously brought a hand to his stomach. It grumbled.It was lunchtime after all.Mrs. Brownstone soon appeared with a tray of Bundt cake slices, each one decorated with vanilla-white ic
Molly“I saw you two in the town square earlier,” Hannah said innocently as she slid a hot chocolate into her best friend’s hands. “We all saw you in the town square.”“You know how it is, Hannah. You win some, you lose some...” Molly sighed, surprised that her friend knew about the snowball fight loss. “It’s a hard thing being the queen.”“No, I’m not talking about your crushing defeat at the hands of King Liam,” Hannah replied, giving Molly's shoulder a gentle push. “I’m talking about you and Nicholas.”“Me and Nicholas?” Molly asked, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.“Yup. From what I saw, things look good.” Hannah leaned her elbows onto the counter of Sweetness & Light, giving Molly an amused look. “So, are you going to spill the beans or what? Has he asked you out?”Molly scoffed as she looked back at her friend. “Nicholas Kerstman? You think Nicholas Kerstman is going to ask me out?”“Why wouldn’t he?” Hannah asked with a shrug.“Because he’s from New York, which means that he pr
Molly “Merry Christmas!” Molly greeted Nicholas at the Brownstones’ doorstep with a light-up Christmas bulb necklace in each of her hands. “Here. This one’s for you.”She held the necklace out to Nicholas who stared down at it with pure confusion. “For me?”“Yes. For you,” Molly repeated, rising up to her tip-toes, and placing the necklace around his neck. “And you just click the button right here to turn it on.”Molly proceeded to click a small, green button on the necklace’s underside, causing the necklace to glow with bright reds and greens, the colors blinking and changing every few seconds.“Oh. This is a lot.” Nicholas brought the necklace closer to his face as he inspected it. His eyes came up to meet hers and her breath caught a little bit. “Do people really wear these?”“Of course we do. They’re festive.” Molly reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out an oversized Santa hat that was way too big for her head. “See? Festive!”“Please don’t tell me that you brought one for m—
NicholasNicholas still wore the ridiculous Santa hat and the equally ridiculous Christmas lights necklace as he lounged on his living room couch with a book pressed close to his face. The fireplace in his rented lodge cabin crackled with fake gas flames, but the effect was still soothing. He'd rented the small cabin instead of staying at his parents overly Christmas decorated house.Reading had always been one of his favorite pastimes, but with the nature of his work, he never had any time to ever get around to it. Today, for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn't have anything pressing to do. He didn't have really anything to do until he received word from Luke about a potential offer for Christmas Wishes.He’d already faxed and scanned and emailed all of the relevant financial documents back to his office in Manhattan, and Luke had confirmed receipt of them within seconds of Nicholas sending them off.So now, all Nicholas had to do was wait.He turned another page in t
NicholasThe next morning at Christmas Wishes, and Nicholas and Molly were busy at work, taking on customers two at a time. Surprisingly, Nicholas found himself enjoying it. It helped that Molly kept making him laugh.In between their sales and checkouts, Nicholas noticed that Molly was looking over a few sheets of music, her face growing more frustrated the longer she stared down at the loose papers.When he’d managed to catch a break between the busy flow of patrons, he walked over her, and looked down at the sheets himself. Music notes and lyrics filled the pages.“You sing?” he asked, pointing to the music sheets.“No. Well, kind of,” she explained. She sighed. “But not really. I’m the elementary school choir director.”“The choir director doesn’t sing?” he asked, confused.“Directing is a completely different job!” Molly defended her position, but sounded a little unsure herself. “Though, to be honest, I may not be so great at that either.”He hated the way her smile faded as she
MollyHow to get kids to like math: Make it seem worthwhile.“Sing out, Liam. From the diaphragm,” Molly reminded the boy as she played rising notes on the piano in the elementary school’s rehearsal room. She stopped playing and looked at him. “I feel like we’re losing you in the third verse.”“Sorry, sorry,” Liam apologized with a groan. He brought the music sheet closer to him. “I just forgot what comes next after ‘truly He taught us to love one another...’”“It’s okay, Liam. Take your time with it. You can even bring the music sheet up with you, if you want,” Molly said with a smile. “And if anyone says anything about it, you tell them that Ms. Carmichael said it was okay.”“Okay.” Liam nodded, still unsure. “Can we do it again?”Molly nodded and began to play the notes once more. All of her concentration remained on the keys in front of her. She was trying very hard not to think about Nicholas sitting next to her on the bench.Liam sang through the first chorus with confidence, bu
MollyMolly and Nicholas browsed the aisles of a small, mom-and-pop electronics store.Molly focused on a section filled with airplane sleeping aids, including bright orange earplugs.Nicholas stood beside her, holding a giant tablet in his hand. “Do you have one of these? A tablet?”“I have one, but I mostly use it for school stuff,” Molly answered, with her gaze still on the section in front of her.“How old is it?” Nicholas asked.“I dunno. Maybe a few years old? Why?” Molly reached for a pair of earplugs before reading the back of their packaging.“Would you like a newer one for Christmas?”Molly stopped reading and looked up at him.“I think you and I both know the only Christmas gift I want from you.”“A tablet?” he asked, holding up the box.“No. To keep the store,” Molly replied. She shook her head at him and handed him a box of earplugs. “Here. Do you think these will work for tonight?”Nicholas took the earplugs into his free hand. “I think so...”“Molly Carmichael, you bett
NicholasNicholas's ego was bruised.Usually, women were excited to go out with him. Usually, they smiled and giggled when he asked them to dinner. Usually, he didn't feel like a complete idiot.But not Molly. She made him feel like an idiot. She even turned him down wearing a elf costume.It grated on Nicholas’ nerves and made him second-guess himself.Maybe he was being a fool.Maybe the foolish spirit of Christmas had somehow gotten under his skin.Maybe it was all the snow, all the Christmas lights, all the cakes, and all the snowballs.Maybe he was falling hard for her.Nicholas sank into the living room couch and sighed. He was already wearing one of his best suits for the concert tonight. He'd brought it for a potential client meeting, but was wearing it now. He wanted to look nice for Molly on her big night.He then groaned, knowing that he really was being an idiot.He looked down at his watch and tried not to panic. It was 6:15.Almost time to leave.Except, he felt like he