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

She shook her head. “Christy, he’s my husband,” she said quietly.


Christy bit his lip to stop himself saying more. “I’ll come tomorrow with my wages.”


“You shouldn’t have to do that,” she whispered.


“I know, but it’s better than him coming and taking them. Less painful,” he tried to joke but it fell flat. He took another drink of his tea.


“Tell me again how to make biscuits?” he said after a while, changing the subject.


“Biscuits are easy,” she said, and proceeded to explain how to make them, and as she did so, the recipe he had looked at began to make sense. They talked about cakes, making bon-bons and they were bothlaughing at the thought of Christy up to his eyes in sugar and flour when March returned.


He walked into the room, put his coat and black hat on the hook behind the door, and then turned to them.


Chapter 20