“Have you ever had a tree of your own, Nico?” he asked gently, knowing his reply.
Nico shrugged as if to make light of his answer. “I’m rarely at home for Christmas, and when I am, it’s not worth the effort to put one up just for myself.”
Jamie gave his hand a little squeeze. “Next year we’ll decorate one together.”
Nico drew a quick breath and looked at Jamie, stared hungrily at his lips. “I would like that,” he whispered fiercely, his fingers caressing Jamie’s hand. He let go when a pretty woman, maybe mid-forties, approached them from behind the counter.
“Welcome. I’m Susan Walker, the owner.” She motioned to the snow covering their boots and clothing. “Looks like you got caught in the storm.”