Read Online Forever Santa by Leeanna Morgan - Free Book Online

run for the bathroom.
    “Are you all right, Gracie?” Trent looked up from the coffeepot.
    “Just getting my laptop.” She pulled the power cord out of the wall and walked as quickly as she could back into the office. She sat down in the spare chair and took a deep breath.
    Jordan frowned at her. “Are you sure you’re not doing too much in the barn? Trent said you’ve been tired and it looks…”
    “I’m fine,” she said. “Who’s designing your website?”
    “I got a quote from a company in Great Falls, but it was too expensive. I was talking to Rob Jones the other day. His daughter, Caitlin, designed his company’s website. She’s going to put one together for me over Christmas.”
    Trent put a mug of hot chocolate beside Gracie. “You remember, Caitlin. Mouth full of braces and pushing a shopping cart around Wal-mart?”
    “When I first arrived in Bozeman?”
    “That’s the one.”
    Gracie looked at Jordan. “Are you sure she’ll do a good job?”
    Jordan turned his computer screen toward her. “You tell me.” He typed in a website address and waited for it to load. “This is what she designed for her dad.”
    Gracie stared at the professional website in front of her. Caitlin’s dad was a local outfitter. She’d captured the hunting, fishing, and hiking activities that people could enjoy perfectly. The pictures were great and the easy navigation around the site made booking different activities easy.
    “It looks good. When are you going to start taking bookings?” Gracie took a sip of her drink, thankful that Trent had left his coffee in the kitchen.
    “As soon as possible. The barn will be finished by the end of February, so the earliest I want guests staying here is March.”
    Gracie did the math. That would be about three months before their baby was born. She’d be the size of a football field, maybe even have swollen feet and uncontrollable cravings.
    “Are you sure you’re okay?” Jordan stared at her with an odd expression on his face.
    She shook her pregnancy nightmare away. “I’m thinking about cookies. I’ve only got three months to work out what I’m doing wrong.”
    Jordan laughed. “You can test them on me.”
    “Since we’re talking about testing things,” Trent said to his brother, “Have you decided what color you want to paint the walls in your apartment.”
    Jordan groaned. “Can’t they be white?”
    “White’s not a color.” Gracie laughed. “It’s your default setting.”
    “What about the oatmeal color you’ve painted the walls in the living room?” Jordan picked up the extra color wheel they kept in the office. “Or even…” He turned the wheel sideways and read the name of another color. “…matchstick?” He turned the color wheel toward Gracie and waited to see what she thought.
    “I like both colors. You’ll get plenty of light coming through the windows, so the light gray tones in matchstick would work just as well as the deep cream in oatmeal. What’s your favorite?”
    Jordan glanced at Trent.
    “Don’t ask me,” Trent said. “I couldn’t choose the right color to save myself.”
    Jordan scribbled something on a piece of paper, then tore it in half. “Put these behind your back, Gracie.”
    She glanced at the papers and put one in each hand behind her back. “What’s it to be?”
    “Left.”
    “Mine or yours?”
    “Yours.” He leaned forward. “What color am I having?”
    “Matchstick. Good choice.”
    Jordan walked across to a sheet of paper tacked on the wall. “I’ll add it to the list of supplies I need to order…” He picked up their project plan and raised his eyebrows. “…tomorrow. The painters will be undercoating the walls on Wednesday.”
    “And now that we’ve sorted out the paint color,” Trent said, “I’ve got a question for Gracie.”
    She looked at her husband over the rim of her mug. She took a quick sip of chocolate, hoping he wasn’t going to ask about her sudden aversion to