The four skaters, including Brandon, had pink cheeks and were at once sweating from exertion and shivering from the cold. Owen proudly showed off a scraped wrist. “I only fell twice, Mom,” he said, obviously pleased with himself. “My mitten came off, but I got it back on before anyone skated on it.” Brandon cuffed him on the shoulder. “You’re quick, Owen. Falling twice is good for the first time on a new rink and new skates. As far as I’m concerned, it’s good anytime on skates.” “Dad fell,” Aidan said, giggling. Clare enjoyed the easy banter between the Sloan boys and their father. She took a closer look at Owen’s wrist, trying not to embarrass him. “He’s fine,” Brandon said. “There’s no swelling. Good sign, right, Doc?” “Nothing hot chocolate won’t cure,” Logan said. “Shall we make some? My grandmother has Dutch cocoa, and I bought fresh milk this morning.” Brandon had to get back to his house, but Clare volunteered to bring his two sons home after hot chocolate.
What do You think about A Knights Bridge Christmas?
