Not Much of a Christmas Miracle: Christmas Shorts

By Yolande Kleinn

After years of hiding his feelings, Eric can't believe he kissed his boss. Even worse, in the wake of his misstep Vincent is trying to reassign him. If Eric wants to stay, he needs to convince Vincent his infatuation won't be a problem. Christmas Eve is no time for confrontations, but if Eric is lucky, it might be a time for unexpected miracles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yolande Kleinn
• Release date: Dec 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781946316196

Yolande Kleinn

Yolande Kleinn may be a shameless dreamer and a stubborn optimist, but she is also a proud purveyor of romance and hijinx. Excitable, fastidious and a little eclectic, she spends every spare moment writing the stories she wants to read. If she can drag other people into the pool along with her, then so much the better.

Book preview

Not Much of a Christmas Miracle

by Yolande Kleinn

––––––––

By the time he reaches his destination, Eric is thoroughly winded. He's lightheaded, panting with the exertion of his sprint from the nearest bus stop. Frigid air chills his chest as he drags in uneven breaths.

He stops on the topmost step without ringing Vincent's doorbell.

He needs a minute. He needs twenty minutes. Between the physical toll of running so many blocks in the cold, the relentless fall of snow now turning to sleet from a sullen sky, and the emotion-panicked hammering of his ridiculous heart, he can barely think. He had the entire public transit route to get his head on straight, but he hasn't figured out what he's going to say. Hell, he doesn't even know where to start.

He's here, though. That has to count for something.

There are lights on inside the house. Too many lights, he realizes. Nearly every window along the front of the big blue facade shines bright and warm, and fresh confusion furrows Eric's brow. Vincent isn't a wasteful man. No matter how gloomy the winter night is, surely he wouldn't fend off bleak weather by deliberately wasting so much energy.

As the pounding of Eric's pulse quiets a little, he hears a flicker of music and laughter on the air.

Shit.

God damn it.

Fuck. He forgot what day it is. Christmas Eve. He didn't notice all the decorations during his frantic rush to Vincent's doorstep, but his awareness expands to