Widowed bookseller Lawrence Fenton has spent a lonely lifetime hiding who he is. He has convinced himself his feelings for his far too young, gorgeous, but troubled assistant Christy Shaw are nothing more than pride in his protégé and concern for his plight.<br><br>Christy’s life involves walking fine lines: one between his mother and his abusive stepfather, one where he must keep his needs hidden, and hardest of all, one where he must keep his feelings for his serious employer to himself.<br><br>Lame since birth, Lawrence cannot imagine anyone wanting him, least of all Christy. But when Christy’s life threatens to spiral out of control, Lawrence steps in. Then Christy’s emotions spill over into a kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas. Will Lawrence be able to face the long-buried truth about himself and keep Christy by his side?

The Mistletoe Kiss

Christy put the mistletoe back in the bag.


Mr. Fenton knew. Christy was sure of it. His face when looking at the mistletoe had spoken volumes. His expression of sheer horror when Christy had kissed him said it all. Christy burned all over every time he thought about what he had done. He still couldn’t believe he’d actually kissed him. Kissed Mr. Fenton. Christie shivered when he thought of the fleeting scent of Mr. Fenton he’d had, that moment of warmth, of closeness. Then he thought about the expression of shock and horror on Mr. Fenton’s face and felt cold and sick. He knew. Knew what Christy was. He couldn’t bear it.


Chapter 19