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This is a short story set at Christmas after Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it at all major book retailers, including Chapters Indigo.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Friday the 27th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

“Did you bring the ring with you? What does it look like?”

“It was my mother’s,” he said again. He listened, and finding complete silence, he fashioned shadow into a delicate ring. “It looks like this, with an emerald.” He twisted it in front of her eyes before letting it vanish back into nothing.

Lilah looked impressed, although he wasn’t sure if it was for the ring or the display of shadow manipulation.

Jason finished his sandwich and drained his glass of milk. “I’m actually feeling a little more tired now,” he said, surprised. He got up and took his dishes to the sink. “Maybe I just needed to talk. Thanks.”

“That’s what mothers are for.” Lilah stood as well, putting her bowl with the leftover fruit in the fridge. She touched his arm lightly. “I would never try to replace your mother, but I hope you will think of me as a mother figure in your life.”

“I already do,” he admitted. He shook water off his hands and wiped them on the hand towel hanging off the oven. “Sleep well.”

They crept up the stairs together, Jason feeling weird about using the shadows and leaving Lilah at the bottom. He cringed at every creak, but nobody else poked their heads out of their rooms, so he assumed they weren’t as loud as they felt.

Lilah continued up the next set of stairs and he slipped back into Kennedy’s room, closing the door behind him. She had rolled onto her stomach and was splayed out across the entire bed. Jason huffed a laugh as he stripped. With a practised movement, he rolled his girlfriend just far enough to slip in behind her, spooning up against her warm body.

She hummed sleepily and wrapped her fingers around his arm as he draped it over her.

He yawned, gave her a gentle squeeze, dropped a kiss on the back of her head, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Saturday the 28th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

He woke up slowly, stretching carefully. Eyes still closed, he felt around in the bed beside him. Kennedy’s spot was cold. He groaned and cracked his eyes open, blinking as the room came into focus. The door was closed, so he rolled to sit on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. He stretched again, hearing his back pop. He eyed the pile of clothes on the floor, abandoned from the night before, and scooped up his pyjama pants while hunting through for his boxers and shirt. They were missing. He smirked. She wants a show? I’ll give her a show.

He slipped into his pants and headed for the kitchen after a quick stop to relieve himself in the bathroom. There were multiple voices echoing over each other, teasing and asking for dishes to be passed down the long table. A high-pitched screech from Arthur, the toddler, played like a descant above the adult voices. Good. I didn’t want to wake him.

“Kennedy!” he shouted before he reached the door, and every voice went silent, except for a tiny squeak from his girlfriend. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “Where is my shirt?” he asked, voice deceptively calm.

A fork clattered to the plate of one of the twins; he thought it was Eliza. Kennedy shot to her feet with a gasp, wearing his purloined garments. She glanced at the far door, eyes sparkling with amusement, and he grinned. “Going to run for it?” he asked, challenging her.

She backed toward it, and he stalked her movements, loosening his wrists and stretching out his shoulders as he walked. She ran and he chased after her, catching her two rooms away, just inside the living room. A laugh burbled out of her as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “If you wanted to show me off to your family, you could have just asked,” he murmured in her ear.

“I honestly thought I’d be able to return them before you woke up,” Kennedy replied, just as quietly. “I wanted to grab a quick bite before I showered.” She spun in his arms and gave his lips a quick kiss.

“Mmm, don’t distract me. I want my shirt back.” Jason slid his hands up under it, encountering nothing but bare skin. “Shall I make you walk back to our room topless?”

Kennedy giggled and pulled away, slipping around him to run for the hallway and the stairs.

Jason gave her a head start and then jumped through shadow to the top of the stairs just in time to catch her. He’d counted all the family in the kitchen and knew no one would see him.

She squeaked and slapped his chest. “Don’t do that!”

He peeled his shirt off of her and flicked it at her ass when she headed for the room. “Mmm, that view!” He wolf-whistled.

“Go eat.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “And try not to imagine me naked in the shower.”

Jason groaned. “Too late.”

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Read Part 6 Dec 23, 2022

This is a short story set at Christmas after Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it at all major book retailers, including Chapters Indigo.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Friday the 27th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

“You’ve thought it all out, haven’t you?”

“Down to the ten strings of fairy lights in my backyard,” admitted Jason. He picked up the manual again. “Have we bonded enough? Can we get Kennedy in here to save us?”

Gerard chuckled. “She’s probably chomping at the bit to help us. Go ahead.” He stopped Jason from getting up with a hand to his shoulder. “And, son, we would be thrilled to welcome you to our family.”

Jason grinned, relieved. “Thank you.”

Late that night, he cuddled Kennedy close in her childhood bedroom, running his fingers over her shoulder and trying not to think about the expanse of bare skin he had access to further down. He shifted his hips, relieving the pressure of her leg that was draped across his body. She grumbled in her sleep and squeezed him tighter before relaxing and snuggling deeper into his embrace. Her breath tickled his chest on each exhale. He traced her left hand as it rested on his abdomen, imagining the delicate ring encircling her finger. Only four more days, he thought. Hopefully.

Jason sighed. Despite his early start and the busy day, he didn’t feel tired. Moonlighting as the Phantom meant that he was often up late, and he was used to that routine.

Gently, he shifted Kennedy until he could stand up.

“Hmmm?” she mumbled in her sleep, turning her head to follow him. “You ‘k?”

“Not tired yet. I’m going to go grab a quick bite and maybe do a workout,” he whispered,  pressing a kiss to her forehead. She tilted her chin up for a kiss to her lips, which he happily provided.

“I know how to tire you out,” she said sleepily, eyes still closed.

He chuckled. “You do indeed. But not tonight. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm’kay.” She yawned and burrowed into the spot he had left.

Jason picked up his pyjama pants and slipped them on, foregoing his shirt. He tiptoed out the door, closing it quietly behind him. He listened carefully to the silent house; only muffled snores met his ears. Satisfied he wouldn’t be spotted, he jumped through shadow to the main floor to avoid the creaky stairs, and walked into the kitchen.

Despite being in the last quarter, the moonlight was bright enough to reflect off the snow, making the kitchen shine. He opened cupboards, searching for a glass and plate, and placed them on the counter. He was halfway through making himself a sandwich when he heard a loud creak on the stairs. Company, he thought. Not Kennedy; she would be quieter. He finished making his sandwich and took a bite before putting everything back in the fridge. “Hello,” he said quietly after swallowing. “Can I get you anything?”

Lilah stepped in from the hallway. “I should have known I couldn’t sneak up on you,” she said, just as softly. “I’ll take some pineapple, please.”

Jason washed his hands, got a bowl, and took out the freshly cut pineapple from the fridge. He scooped out a handful. “More?” he asked.

Lilah shook her head, and he placed the bowl in front of her at the table.

He brought his own midnight snack over, taking another bite.

“What brings you down here at this hour of the night?” Lilah asked, choosing a piece of fruit.

Jason twisted his lips. “I’m used to patrolling at this hour. My internal clock didn’t get the memo that I’m on vacation.”

Lilah snorted a laugh. “Poor baby.”

Jason grimaced. “I’ll just go exercise and tire myself out, and then I’ll be fine to sleep.”

“After a snack.”

“Of course.”

Lilah selected another piece of fruit. “Gerard told me that you’re going to ask Kennedy to marry you.”

“Yes.” Jason watched her closely. “You think it’s too soon.” It wasn’t a question.

“It’s only been three months since you met.” Lilah inclined her head. “Granted, those first couple weeks were rather intense, what with the attacks and the disappearances.”

“You can say that again!”

Lilah sighed. “There’s no question that you two are meant for each other.”

“Waiting to ask her is only delaying the inevitable,” Jason said in agreement. “If she isn’t ready, then I’ll wait until she is, but I believe it’s only a matter of time. So I want her to know what I’m feeling and what she means to me.”

“And does that involve a ring and forever?” Lilah asked.

“Yes, it does.” Jason shifted to face Lilah head-on. “She’s it for me. She’s my forever. I can’t imagine anyone better suited for me than she is, and vice versa.”

“I think she feels the same way about you.” Lilah sighed. “You two make me feel old. My baby girl, already getting married.” She sniffed.

“Don’t think of it as losing a daughter, but gaining a son?” Jason teased. “I know I’m not much—”

“Don’t you dare insult the man my daughter loves.” Lilah said, glaring at him. “Even in jest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Read Part 5 Dec 22, 2022

This is a short story set at Christmas after Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it at all major book retailers, including Chapters Indigo.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Friday the 27th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

“For Arthur.” He handed the brightly wrapped parcel over. “I know toddlers usually have way too much of everything, if my niece is anything to go by, but you can never have too many books.” It was a board book about the Phantom of Westmeath. He thought Kennedy and her parents would appreciate the joke. He hadn’t yet told the rest of her family about his powers, since they weren’t aware of the supernatural world. Jason took the jug and headed into the kitchen.

“Show off,” Kennedy muttered under her breath as he passed her, arms full, and he winked.

“Why don’t you let the others take care of the produce,” Gerard told him after he’d put the jug and crate down on the counter near the sink. “Come help me set up my new TV and sound system in the media room!”

“Uhhh, you sure you want me to help?” Jason asked, allowing himself to be led down some stairs and a hall. He could hear Kennedy telling her mother, “Don’t worry, I can fix it later. It’ll give them some bonding time,” and he winced.

Gerard handed him a stack of papers. “The instructions.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Lilah let me buy a new plasma TV and surround sound system on Boxing Day. If we set this up, Kennedy said we can watch the extended edition of The Fellowship of the Rings that you gave her for Christmas.”

“Of course she did.” Jason chuckled. “Such a hardship.” He eyed the sheaf of paper and sighed. “We’d better get started.”

An hour later, sitting on the floor with pages of the manual spread around him, Jason felt ready to tear his hair out. The directions were sounding more and more like gibberish the longer he looked at them.

“Did you ever do this sort of thing with your father?” Gerard asked, not looking up from the pile of wires he was sorting through on the floor.

“Ah, no.” Jason flipped the papers around. Maybe the diagram is upside down? “He was not electronically inclined, and neither am I, really. He worked with his hands. He was a great chef and he made beautiful things out of wood. Our bonding usually took place in the kitchen or the basement in our workout room, either with weights or sparring.”

Gerard laughed ruefully. “I’d probably hurt myself if I tried to spar against you. You lifted two hundred pounds on every load for six hours this Fall and barely broke a sweat.”

“I wouldn’t let you hurt yourself.” Jason frowned. “There’s no place for pride in a spar.” He grinned faintly. “The very first time I tried to train Kennedy, she knocked me on my ass.”

“Speaking of my youngest daughter, what are your intentions?”

Jason looked up from the instruction manual to find himself pinned by a perfect copy of his girlfriend’s gaze. He put the papers to the side and met his eyes. “I came out here with the intention to ask for your and Lilah’s blessing,” he said frankly.

Gerard’s jaw dropped and he frowned.

“I know it seems rather sudden,” Jason continued, his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest. “But I feel like I’ve known her my entire life. She’s the most incredible thing to ever happen to me, and I love her with the whole of my being.”

“A pretty speech. You practise that on the way up here?”

Jason wrinkled his nose. “Did it show? I’m nervous.”

“Try again, without all the practised words.”

Jason thought for a moment. “The first time I saw your daughter, I forgot how to breathe.”

The older man drew in a sharp breath.

“She’s funny, she’s so smart, she’s creative and inventive and imaginative… She figured out the Phantom within five minutes of meeting him. And she’s sexy, you should have seen her on that runway—” Jason cut himself off, remembering he was talking to Kennedy’s father. He cleared his throat. “Her confidence. Her enthusiasm for everything. The way she always finds a positive spin to every situation. She loves her friends and is willing to do anything for them.”

“I’m going to stop you there.” Gerard was smiling slightly. “What would you do if I said no?”

“To be honest, sir, I’m going to ask her no matter what your answer is. She’s more than capable of making her own decisions.”

“Hmm,” Gerard grunted. He looked back down at the wires. “Does Kennedy know you’re thinking about marriage?”

Jason smiled sheepishly. “It might be a bit of a surprise. I’m not planning on asking her in front of an audience, so it won’t be awkward if she needs more time to decide.”

“Do you have a ring?”

“Yeah.” Jason thought about the little box in his workshop again. “It was my mother’s. She wasn’t a big fan of diamonds, so my father gave her an emerald. She said it reminded her of gardens and forests. It makes me think of Kennedy’s eyes and her love of agriculture.”

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Read Part 4 Dec 16, 2022

This is a short story set at Christmas after Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it at all major book retailers, including Chapters Indigo.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Friday the 27th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

“You remember where Kennedy’s room is?” Lilah asked him, poking her head out of the kitchen again.

Jason nodded.

“How come Kennedy’s boyfriend gets to sleep with her? You never let my boyfriends do that!” Jason raised an eyebrow at the new voice echoing from the kitchen. Must be one of the twins.

“Because the last time you had a serious boyfriend, you were in high school. Kennedy is an adult.”

“That’s debatable,” the voice spoke again.

He trailed behind Kennedy into the large kitchen.

“Besides, Jason won’t disrespect our hospitality under our roof,” Kennedy’s father, Gerard, said, fixing him with a stern glare.

“Oh right, I forgot, there was something I wanted to show you out in the barn,” Kennedy said loudly, pushing him back the way they had come.

He picked up on her teasing. “Right, just let me grab something from my bag.”

“Stop teasing your father, Kennedy, or he’s going to have an aneurysm.” Lilah pushed coffee mugs into their hands. “Sit. Drink.”

“The barn belongs to me too,” grumbled Gerard under his breath, and Jason hid his laughter in his mug.

He straddled the bench at the table and Kennedy snuggled up in front of him without hesitation. He dropped a kiss on her hair. “Missed you the way a shadow misses the light,” he murmured.

He ignored the coos from her older sisters, who looked like brunette versions of Kennedy, and watched her face beam with happiness.

“Love you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

His heart sped up at her words and he took a sip of his coffee to cover his emotions. “Oh, the fruit!” he said, suddenly remembering the packages in the trunk of his car. He got to his feet, steadying Kennedy with one hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t bother with his coat, just stomped through the snow in his boots to his car. He popped the trunk and gathered the crate of specialty fruit grown in the greenhouse, tucked the present for baby Arthur under his arm, and then tried to grab the jug with his free hand. It was too awkward for him to get a good grip.

“Need a hand?” asked Phillip from behind him.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

Phillip closed the trunk after grabbing the jug. “What is it?”

“Freshly made guava juice from our greenhouses,” Jason replied with a grunt. He hefted the crate in his arms and walked back to the house. “I didn’t really know what to get your parents as a hospitality gift. My usual go-tos for Community members are local meats, breads, and produce, but you have all that out here. Kennedy mentioned that it’s hard to get certain fruits, especially in the winter.”

Phillip nodded. “Great idea. When I go to my in-law’s, we usually bring stuff from our farm and wine.”

“Kennedy told me that Gerard is training you to take over for him. How’s that going?”

“He told me to consider him a consultant for the planting this spring.” Phillip swallowed hard. “I’m completely in charge.”

Jason hummed thoughtfully. “It’s never easy to take over for your father. In some ways, having him there will make it harder for you, because it’ll feel like he’s judging you if you do things differently.” He stopped before he climbed the stairs to the front door. “In others, having his expertise on call will be a godsend. In the end, remember that he trusts you, so trust in yourself.”

“Thanks!” Phillip sounded surprised. “That… That helps.”

“Anytime.” Jason stamped his feet and walked up to the house. “When my father died, I took over everything. I was only twenty-three. I met a lot of resistance. A lot of people didn’t like my ideas or how I handled things.” He shouldered open the door. “It’s a lot better now.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Jason! You shouldn’t have!” Lilah’s eyes were wide as she took in the size of the crate.

“You’re putting up with my bottomless pit over the holidays. And now I’m here too.”

There was a pause while he kicked off his boots and he worried he’d crossed a line. Then mother and son burst out laughing.

“I’m not that bad,” protested Kennedy from the kitchen doorway.

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Since you started training with Judy…”

“…I’ve been eating double what I used to eat.” She wrinkled her nose. “Gotta feed my new muscles somehow!”

“I never said it was a bad thing,” Jason said, eyeing her appreciatively.

“That’s my baby sister,” Phillip said, smacking Jason’s arm.

Jason grinned, glad the other man felt comfortable enough to initiate physical contact. Helping to shift bags of seed when he’d come up at Thanksgiving had given them some bonding time, but the other man was very quiet and Jason hadn’t been sure of his comfort level. “And she’s strong enough to defend herself. You should spar against her sometime.”

Phillip looked thoughtful.

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Read Part 3 Dec 15, 2022

For your reading pleasure, the next FOUR Thursdays-Fridays are a short story set at Christmas after Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it at all major book retailers, including Chapters Indigo.

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Friday the 27th of December, 2002 – Parry Sound, Ontario

A couple of days after Christmas, Jason made the drive to the Fairfield farm outside Parry Sound, and he was nervous. It wasn’t a familiar sensation.

It wasn’t Kennedy’s family that made him nervous, he’d met most of them at Thanksgiving; only the twins would be new faces today.

He knew exactly why he was nervous. His thoughts flashed to the little box in the workshop at home. To distract himself, he sang along with Enrique Iglesias’ “Hero” under his breath.

He found the freshly plowed lane up to the Fairfield farm easily. He passed Phillip on the plow and gave Kennedy’s older brother a friendly wave.

The lane kept going past the first field, a long row of evergreens blocking the wind on one side and hiding the house from view. 

The corner of the nearest barn came into sight, and he saw the main house. The second house that they were building for Phillip’s family beside it was well on its way with exterior walls built, but was not yet livable.

He parked next to the row of cars, popped the CD out of the player, placed it back into its case, and took a deep breath of fresh cold air; sometimes it was nice to get away from the big city.

There was a flash of red and gold at the door, and then Kennedy was running down the stairs and across the snowy drive to his car, blonde hair streaming behind her.

He got out quickly and scooped her up in a full body hug, her legs wrapping around his waist. He staggered, stepping backward into a snowbank from the enthusiasm of her greeting. The soft snow was taller than his boots. That’ll be uncomfortable later, he thought, but then his fingers sank into her oversized fluffy red sweater and he got lost in her welcoming kiss.

“Missed you,” she breathed against his lips before pulling him back in again. He tasted coffee and something sweet on her tongue and groaned, wanting more.

“Kennedy Fairfield, get back in here before you catch your death!” Lilah, Kennedy’s mother, called from the doorway.

“Aren’t you cold?” Jason asked her, pulling back long enough to nuzzle her nose.

“You warm me up,” she murmured, kissing from his mouth to his ear.

How can I argue with that? “I thought of so many little things that I wanted you to know over the past four days, and I forgot every single one the moment I saw you.”

Kennedy pulled back to look at him, her green eyes searching his face. The corners crinkled when she smiled. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside before your mother has my head.”

“I quite like your head.” She kissed him again and he almost lost his balance, shifting sideways to lean against his car. Moving made him aware of the cold snow that had trickled inside his boots from his standing in the snowbank.

“I can carry you back inside if you like,” he offered, some time later. “But I need to grab my bag.”

“Go for it.”

She clung to him as he bent into the back of the car, and they laughed together as he made his way into the house, with a couple more kisses on the way.

“You two are gross,” Tommy, Kennedy’s fourteen year old brother, commented as Jason stomped the snow off his boots on the front step, having deposited Kennedy inside the house.

“You didn’t have to watch.” Kennedy laughed at him.

“But if he doesn’t watch, how will he learn?” Jason teased the boy, who flushed.

Lilah bustled into the entryway. “You’ve only been apart for four days, honestly.” She felt Kennedy’s cheeks and hands. “Warm enough, I suppose. No coat in December, tsk!” She raised an eyebrow at Jason, who tried not to show his discomfort at being chastised. She headed for the kitchen. “I’m making coffee for both of you to warm you up properly,” she called back over her shoulder. “I hope the drive up wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m already plenty warm,” Kennedy murmured quietly.

“So gross,” muttered Tommy, heading into the living room.

Jason grinned at her. “The roads had been mostly cleared by the time I came through,” he said loudly.

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Read Part 2 Dec 9, 2022