Married Under The Mistletoe. Linda Goodnight

the grapes. With an air of mischief he studied one closely, then met Stephanie’s gaze before popping it into his mouth.

      Refusing to watch, Stephanie said, “If we have time later, I’d like to walk awhile.”

      “We’ll make the time.” He tossed a grape into her lap. “A long walk after a picnic is good for the soul.”

      She could certainly use that.

      “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been on one.” She tossed the grape back to him. It thudded against his chest.

      “You’ve never been on a walk?” Head back, Daniel threw a grape high into the air and caught it in his mouth.

      Stephanie tried to look away and failed. “No, silly. A picnic.”

      Another grape had winged upward. Daniel let it plop onto the blanket uncaught.

      “Never? No childhood jaunts to the country? No egg sandwiches in the garden?”

      “No. My family was far too stuffy for that. Little girls sat at the dinner table, learned to play hostess, and never, ever got dirty.”