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“Well, here is your first,” he said, pouring me a shot. “This one is on the house. A Christmas gift from us to you.”

“I feel terrible. I left yours at home.” I laughed.

I drank the shot and set down the glass, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth flow through me. I guessed it was a little pathetic to be getting drunk by myself on Christmas, but I had nothing better to do with my time, so I thought, why not? Besides, was it really considered getting drunk alone when the bartender was there with you? I smiled at the thought of Glen surrounded by his family this morning, unwrapping some terrible socks and some even worse sweaters. As the thoughts ran through my head, I opened my eyes, feeling a hand lay softly on my shoulder.

I looked down at the pretty, red fingernails and smiled, smelling Bea’s sweet scent. I turned in my seat and looked at her. She was standing there with her beautiful hair curled into ringlets and pulled back with a red bow. She was wearing a mid-length white dress with bells on the hem, and her lips were painted crimson in color. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I reached out and took her hand, pulling it to my lips.

“Merry Christmas,” I said, smiling.

“Merry Christmas,” she replied, her cheeks glowing bright red.

I couldn’t remember the last time I looked at a woman and felt completely blown away by how beautiful they really were. This time, I could barely speak. Bea was a vision, standing there, ready to sit down and spend at least a moment of her Christmas by my side. She was a more than welcomed vision, and I was excited to see her standing there.

“May I buy you a drink?”

“I would love that,” she said, pulling out the stool and sitting down.

“Anything that the lady desires,” I said, winking at the bartender.

“I’ll have an Irish coffee,” she replied, turning toward me. “It doesn’t count if it’s in coffee, right?”

“I never saw a thing,” I responded with a deep laugh. “So, what brings you down to the lounge this Christmas morning?”

“I figured I’d find you around here somewhere,” she said, laughing.

“You know me too well already,” I replied with a smile, glancing up at the TV and seeing the little boy all dressed up in his snow gear. “Look, it’s you, the first time I ever talked to you.”

“Very funny,” she said, slapping me on the arm. “Wasn’t that the first time you ever saw me, too?”

“No, actually,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I saw you for the first time when you arrived here. I immediately tried to find you, knowing I just couldn’t go another day without speaking to you, but then I lost you. I went out to the courtyard, seeing you down there, but by the time I got there, you were gone.”

“Wait, so I was who you were looking for?”

“What?”

“After the courtyard, I came inside and went upstairs,” she replied. “As the elevator doors closed, I saw you walk in front of them, standing there looking for someone.”

“Yes.” I laughed. “I was looking for you.”

“Well that is very serendipitous, don’t you think?”

“Very much so,” I said, looking her in the eye and wanting badly to kiss her.

“How about a shot?” she asked.

“I like how this lady thinks,” I said, pulling myself out of the trance. “Three shots of whiskey. One for me, one for the lady, and one for you, kind sir.”

“I thank you, but I am not permitted to drink.” He smiled.

“Well, I’ll have to come back when you are off and buy you one, then,” I said, smiling.

“I would love that,” he said, laughing.

He poured us both a shot, and I took mine, impressed at how easily Bea swung hers back. Usually, the women that came to resorts like this were more of a shooter kind of person than whiskey. I smiled at her and cleared my throat, already feeling a bit better than when I had arrived. She wiped her mouth and turned to me, taking a sip of her coffee.

“So, why are you here and not with family?” she asked.

“Well, my father and mother are good people, but not the most loving of parents,” I said. “My father is a big business man, and my mother owns her own business as well, and I didn’t quite live up to the standards with my chosen career path.”


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