"He's all right," Brad told her as Moe leaped on the cushions and stretched out like a furry sultan. "We're getting used to him around here."
"We brought you a present." Dancing in place, Simon thrust the box into Brad's hands. "Mom and I made it."
"Yeah? Let's go back to the kitchen and open it up. Just let me get your coats first."
"I can do it. I know where they go." Simon yanked off his jacket and bounced on his toes until Zoe handed him hers. "Don't open it until I'm there."
"Okay."
"I want to thank you for sending the car," Zoe began as they started toward the kitchen. "Simon's never going to forget it. It was a big thrill for him."
"Did you enjoy the ride?"
"Are you kidding?" She let out a laugh that was still tinged with wonder. "It was like being a princess for twenty minutes. Except we played with all the buttons and the television, so I guess it was more like being a kid for twenty minutes. But you didn't have to do something like that, go to all that trouble."
"It wasn't any trouble. I wanted to do it. I knew Simon would get a kick out of it, and I didn't want to worry about you driving home in the dark. And," he added as he pulled a bottle out of a silver bucket, "I wanted you to be able to relax and enjoy this really nice champagne."
"Oh. Even without the note you sent it would be hard to argue about all that."
"Good." He released the cork with a cheerful little pop and was pouring the second flute when Simon ran in with Moe behind him.
"You gotta open the present now. It's a homewarmer present."
"Housewarming," Zoe corrected, and hooked her arm, the way she often did, around Simon's shoulder. "A belated one, to welcome you back to the Valley."
"Let's see what we've got." He undid the bow, feeling a bit foolish, since he already knew he would save the lacy white ribbon and the little spray of tiny red flowers she'd tucked into it. She'd stamped or stenciled silhouettes of those flowers on the simple brown box, and had nestled the gift inside on a bed of white tissue sprinkled with glitter.
"You sure know how to wrap a present."
"If you're going to give somebody a gift, you should take the time to make it nice."
He took out the tri-colored candle in a squat, clear jar. "It's great." He sniffed. "Smells terrific. You made this?"
"We like to make stuff, right, Mom? See you have to melt the wax and then add the smelly stuff and junk. I picked out the smells."
"For the holidays," Zoe explained. "The top layer's apple pie and the middle's cranberry, with Christmas tree at the bottom. There's a tile in there to set it on. The bottom of the jar gets hot."
He took out the white tile with cranberries painted on each corner.
"Mom painted the berries, and I put the glaze stuff on."
"It's terrific." He set the tile on the counter and the candle on top. Then bent down to hug Simon. When he straightened, he grinned at the boy. "You may want to look away."
"How come?"
"I'm going to kiss your mother."
"Gack." Though Simon covered his face with his hands, there was a warmth in his belly.
"Thank you." Brad laid a light kiss on Zoe's lips. "All clear, kid."
"Are you going to light the present?" Simon demanded.
"I am." Brad took a long, slim tool out of a drawer and lit the wick. "Looks great. Where did you learn to make candles?"
"Just something I picked up. I've been experimenting. I'm hoping to get good enough to carry a line of candles and potpourri and that kind of thing in the salon."
"I would carry something like that at HomeMakers."