The only sound that could be heard from the inside of the sleigh was the jingling of Mr. Hampton’s bells.He was waiting.He was waiting for Bree to talk to him. But so far, she had remained uncharacteristically silent.He knew she was mad, furious, enraged, livid, pissed off. And she had every right to be. He had made a total ass of himself. But he had apologized to her, and he had apologized to his brother.Although his apology hadn’t miraculously healed his brother’s black eye, and it hadn’t persuaded his lovely wife he was sincere.If he didn’t find a way to make things right between them, he was in for a long and lonely Christmas Eve. And with tomorrow being both Christmas and their wedding anniversary, he was currently batting 0-2.*Bree couldn’t imagine a more stubborn man. Scott was always convinced he just had to be right. No room for error, no room for mistakes. Luke had made a comment that could’ve easily been misconstrued, she wouldn’t argue with that. But what unnerved her was she had never even had the chance to explain what had happened.
