It was a dark and snowy night. Ann had driven in from Dallas to surprise her family on this Christmas Eve. It been too long, too many years.
Ann stopped at the bakery on Main street in Jubilee, just outside of Grand Junction to buy the Christmas cookies at Sweet Treats bakery, a family favorite. As she rushed out the door of the bakery, her arms filled with a basket of cookies for all 20 members of her extended family, she ran into a massive chest and bounce back. A strong arm reached out, grasping her arm, keeping her from landing on her dignity.
She looked up, ready to thank her savior, but the words stuck in her throat.
“Hello, Ann. You’re a little late for our wedding. Twelve years late, if I don’t miss my guess.”
Ann swallowed. Noel Christmas, six feet four of good-looking American male and her high-school sweetheart, was still as handsome as ever with piercing blue eyes and his brown hair peeked out from beneath his cowboy hat. He made her heart skip a beat. How she could’ve left him on that long ago snowy Christmas Eve was still a mystery to her. But she had a valid reason.
"Hello, Noel. I've come back to say those vows."