Chapter 6

My breath caught as he leaned down, but it was only to place a soft, chaste kiss on my cheek. “Take care of yourself. Have a merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Deacon.”

And he was gone.

I sat for a moment longer, trying to gather myself. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined I would see him again. And now that I had, I was grateful I’d gotten the chance. Then a pang of regret coursed through me as I realized I should have gotten his number. Even if he didn’t want to start things up again—I wasn’t sure I did—we could have been friends. I stood quickly, but Deacon was nowhere to be seen.

Missed opportunity. Dammit. Ah well. I guessed it just wasn’t meant to be.

I pocketed the watch, pulled on my coat and hat, and headed to my car, feeling decidedly warmer than I had an hour earlier. I was certain it wasn’t because of the temperature, which was still as frigid as ever. But getting a chance to see Deacon, seeing he was happy and doing well, that had warmed me thoroughly. 3