Cherry Pie and Mistletoe: A Mature Holiday Romance

Some Christmas traditions improve with age.

At ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, I really didn't expect any business, but the sign for our diner out on the highway reads "open until midnight", and I'm a woman of my word. Good thing I didn't close; the half-frozen long haul trucker who wandered in really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.

Something about the grizzled, bear-like man with the chocolate-brown eyes and ready laugh spun me back to my scand...