Mistletoe Bay by Marcia Evanick Page A

creams, cranberry hand wash, and brown sugar body polish. All of Jenni’s products were made from 100 percent natural ingredients, and the entire state seemed to be on a going-back-to-nature kick.
    By the looks of things she was going to be busy until way after Christmas.
    â€œYou would have me hit the boys?” Jenni stopped wrapping the handmade soap and stared at her in horror.
    â€œOf course not.” She felt terrible for even kidding about such a thing. Her nephews owned her heart and she would personally rip anyone apart who so much as laid a finger on them. She set the tray down and perched herself back on the stool.
    She still couldn’t resist teasing Jenni. “Leather restraints should do the job.”
    â€œYou’re horrible.” Jenni laughed as she closed the first box of twelve bars of soap and started on the next.
    â€œAnd you’re ignoring the truth.” Felicity brushed silvery glitter off her hands.
    The labels for Snowflake had silver sparkles all over the printed snowflakes. Jenni had gone all out for the three holiday fragrances she was producing this year. Goodness’ Sakes smelled like vanilla sugar cookies and had golden, glittery poinsettias on the label. Naughty and Nice was done in a retro pink and black argyle print with the sparkles on the pink diamond shapes, and it had a sexy flower scent.
    The glitter had been a really cool marketing idea, and she had encouraged Jenni to go for it. Who knew it was going to be a freaking pain in the butt to work with. Her hands sparkled, her jeans sparkled, and her sweatshirt sparkled. Even her hair sparkled. Hell, yesterday when she was done working, she looked in the mirror and there had been golden glitter on her teeth.
    Jenni had refused to work with the glittery labels. Her sister-in-law claimed that was what she was paying Felicity the big bucks for. Ha! Felicity was making the same amount as some of her new friends who scooped ice cream down at Bailey’s. At least they got to see and talk to other people while they worked. She got Jenni.
    Then again, the shop was totally off-limits to the boys and Jenni usually let her play whatever kind of music she wanted to. There were some perks.
    â€œWhat am I ignoring?” Jenni looked around the crowded shop as if trying to find a clue as to what Felicity was talking about.
    Felicity shook her head hopelessly. “You know, he’s about six-foot-two, brown hair, and deep chocolate eyes. Has a habit of dressing in brown a lot.”
    â€œCoop?”
    â€œIs there anyone else I should know about?” She’d never thought about Jenni’s love life before Coop showed up on the scene. Her sister-in-law was only thirty years old. People in their thirties dated all the time. Kenny, her brother, had been gone for two years now. In all that time she had never seen Jenni so much as look at another man. Jenni had been too busy raising the boys, taking care of every little thing for Dorothy, moving, and starting the business.
    She didn’t think Jenni was supposed to stop living because Kenny had.
    â€œWhat about Coop?” Jenni continued wrapping soap.
    â€œYou tell me.” Felicity wasn’t positive, but there might have been a blush sweeping up her sister-in-law’s cheeks.
    â€œThere’s nothing to tell, Reds.” Jenni used the nickname Kenny had bestowed upon Felicity only when she was trying to score some points or change the subject. “He’s the UPS man. It’s his job to come here to pickup and deliver boxes.”
    â€œWhat about eating dinner here the other night?”
    â€œYour mother was the one to invite him, not me,” Jenni said.
    â€œHe helped you clean up the kitchen afterward.” She hadn’t been born yesterday. She had noticed the way Coop seemed to purposely avoid looking at Jenni all through the meal. There was no way he, or any other man, would think Jenni was so repulsive he would turn to