Clay asked as he rested his hand on the steering wheel of the ferry and chatted with Aaron and Jackson. “Well, Mom is busy decorating for Christmas, of course,” Jackson said laughing. “You know how Adele Parker loves her Christmas decorations.” “Of course. And I assume fruitcake is being made by the truck full?” Clay asked, his dimpled grin on full display. Clay could have been a model if he’d wanted, but he was too dang down to Earth to pursue anything that would put him on display. “And Addison’s home,” Aaron said. The revelation shocked Clay, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Addison was home. The last time he’d seen her was years ago, just after she married Jim. She’d brought him home for Adele’s birthday party, and Clay had come by to help hang up the decorations around the Parker house. Addison had grown into a beautiful woman. She’d grown her hair longer, and her girlish figure had been replaced with womanly curves that had Clay staring at her a little too much.
