Homefront Holiday
It was mid-December and the Coffee Break was busy, but not as busy as the street outside. Sarah Alpert drew her gaze away from the view through the wide glass window, where shoppers hurried about their seasonal tasks, to the little boy seated across the narrow table from her.
Ali. Her heart warmed simply from looking at him. She loved children, which was not surprising given she was a kindergarten teacher. But this one was special. She handed a paper napkin across the red plastic tabletop to her five-year-old foster son and student. "Hey, you have some hot chocolate on your chin."
He grinned, the charmer he was, showing his heart-tugging grin and the dimple in his left cheek. He scrubbed at the wrong spot on his chin.
Adoration filled her like Texas sunshine. She leaned forward, reaching over to rub at the right spot. Two swipes and the kid was clean. This sweetheart had proven to be the balm her wounded heart had needed. "Are you ready?"
Ali hopped down from his chair. "Yep. Can I call Dr. Mike yet?"
Mike. She tried not to flinch at that name.
"He hasn't called," Ali added. "He's comin' home, you know."
"Yes, I heard something like that."
"'Cuz I tol' yo ... read full excerpt from: Homefront Holiday ebook
