Back Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for A Season for Second Chances
  3. Also by Jenny Bayliss
  4. Dedication
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Discussion Guide
  50. About the Author
  51. What’s next onyour reading list?

They took their steaming mugs upstairs and into a room that was set up as a very comfortable study, with a large oak desk and chair, and a chaise longue pushed up against the far wall. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, with two of them opening out like French windows onto a small balcony, where a rusting wrought iron chair was perfectly placed to admire the view.

The telescope—which was impressively larger than Nory had expected—was set up on a tripod, tilted up toward the sky in anticipation. Isaac took her mug and set it down on a coaster on the desk beside his own.

“You’ll need to refocus it for your eyes, but it’s in the right position,” he said. “It won’t take much; do it in tiny increments.”

Nory took up her position at the telescope, and Isaac lifted her hand and placed it on the focus knobs on the underside of the optical tube. For a moment, all she could think about was his fingers touching hers. But then her eyes began to adjust to what she was seeing, and with another scant adjustment to the focuser, suddenly the cosmos seemed to explode in front of her. She gasped. It was as though someone had taken a loaded brush and flicked silver paint across a dark blue canvas.

“Can I see the Milky Way through this?” she asked.

She could hear the smile in his voice when he answered. “I’m afraid you’ve missed Milky Way season.”

“There’s a Milky Way season? Are you teasing me?”

Isaac laughed. “No, I’m not teasing you. The best time to see it in the UK is usually April to July. You could probably see Uranus, though.”

“Oh, very funny!”

“No, I’m serious. It’s a good time of year; it’s a clear night, although it’s before the full moon, which can make it a bit trickier.”

Nory wasn’t sure she would be able to pick out one planet from another among the mass of twinkles.

“That moon looks pretty full to me.”

“Almost,” he said.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“It is.”

Nory kept watching the skies until her neck ached and she began to worry that Isaac might think her rude. When she finally stood back from the telescope, it took her eyes a moment or two to adjust; the room seemed darker than before, and she was literally seeing the imprints of stars before her eyes. She stumbled ever so slightly. Isaac was instantly by her side, steadying her.

“Whoops, sorry about that. Must have stood up too quickly,” she said, feeling embarrassed.

“It can be a bit disorienting. Especially when you’ve been bent over there for a while.”

Nory grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I was being a bit of a telescope hog.”

“Not at all. It was nice to watch you.”

Nory raised her eyebrows at him.