Deefur and the Mistletoe Incident

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33 pages25 minutes

Summary

The story of how Deefur, after the great mistletoe incident, ends up with the best bed in the house.

Christmas Eve is here and with it comes ice and snow and the anniversary of the tragic accident that killed Cameron Jackson’s husband.

But this year he has Jason in his life and he refuses to let grief consume him like it normally did. He has a beautiful daughter, a new boyfriend and a dog that completes his home. This anniversary he wants things to be different. With a ring in his pocket and love in his heart he has to make new memories that will replace the icy parts of his heart.

He loves Jason, wants forever with Jason, but it takes Deefur and some mistletoe to have Cameron finally saying the right things to Jason at the right time.

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Publisher: RJ ScottReleased: May 17, 2017ISBN: 1370094019Format: book

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Deefur and the Great Mistletoe Incident

When the snow began the white flakes were soft, gentle kisses that landed on Cameron’s jacket and melted almost instantly. He brushed at his nose as one landed there and a single drop of ice slid off the slope of the end.

We should finish up now, Neal advised. Cameron’s brother and partner in their small construction company peered up at the heavy clouds that threatened a big dump of the white stuff on Christmas Eve. An event that hadn’t hit Tacoma for years. Cameron’s watch showed it was only eleven am, but he wasn’t going to argue with Neal. He shoved hard at the last piece of wood they were covering with tarpaulin. His brother was right, they were the wrong side of the bridge and if offices decided to send staff home, add in the snow and it would be hell to get home themselves.

Agreed, he said with a shiver. There was no sense in hanging around at this large empty house when the owners weren’t back for a month—Cameron and Neal could make the time up after Christmas. At the car the brothers exchanged back-slapping hugs and wishes for a good Christmas, but Neal didn’t let him go straight away. He knew how much Cameron hated the snow and ice and how memories of Mark haunted him at this time of year.

You’ll be okay, Cam. Cameron held his brother tight for an instant longer, then released him. Neal looked at him steadily. I can drive us both; we can leave your truck in the garage?

For a few seconds Cameron actually considered the offer, then he shook his head. I’ll be home in twenty. Stupid not to have my truck at home.

Home. Emma, Jason, Deefur.

By the time he made it home, the flakes were large and heavy and visibility was bad. He was never more relieved to see Jason’s car in the garage, and as soon as the gates closed behind him and he turned off the car, he relaxed the death grip he had on