Merry Christmas Mr Miggles by Eli Easton
Length: 50,000 words
Toby Kincaid loves being the junior librarian in his hometown of Sandy Lake, Ohio. He spends his days surrounded by books and chatting with the library patrons. He especially adores the head librarian, Mr. Miggles, who is kind, witty, knowledgeable about everything, and hopelessly addicted to Christmas. Sean Miggles is also pretty cuteóespecially for an older guy who wears ties and suit pants every day.
But Sean keeps himself at a distance, and thereís a sadness about him that Toby canít figure out. When Sean is accused of a crime he didnít commit, he gives up without a fight. Toby realizes that he alone can save the libraryóand their head librarian.
Toby will need to uncover the darkness in Seanís past and prove to him that he deserves a second chance at life and at love too. And while Christmas miracles are being handed out, maybe Toby will get his own dearest wishóto love and be loved by Mr. Miggles.
At 5, Mr. Miggles came out of his office to take over check-out so I could leave on schedule. There was no one in the immediate vicinity, so I decided to use my opportunity to say what I’d been wanting to say all day.
Coat and backpack on, I paused before walking away from the desk. "Oh, right. Um…."
He glanced up at me expectantly from the swivel chair.
"…You mentioned a hike on Sunday. Are you going to Highbanks Park? I've heard there are some good trails there."
"No. Actually, I was going to Bartelle Darby Creek. Have you been?"
I shook my head. My throat felt tight and funny.
"A bit of the prairie in atmosphere. And, naturally, there's a creek."
I smiled. "Naturally."
"I'm pleased to say they didn't get the naming entirely wrong on that score."
He continued to look up at me expectantly. I swallowed. "I was just thinking…" I said, aiming for casual. "If you don't mind… maybe I could go along? I'm sort of desperate to get out of Sandy Lake, and I could use a long walk."
I patted myself on the back for playing it just right. It sounded quite logical and impersonal, if I did say so myself. But Mr. Miggles's face got this regretful, shuttered look. My stomach fell.
"I… don't think that's a good idea, Toby."
"Us… fraternizing outside the library. I'm sorry."
"Oh. Oh, right!" I said, as if it suddenly made sense to me. Which it absolutely didn't.
He hesitated. "Have a good evening." Then he looked at the computer screen, effectively dismissing me.
"You too," I somehow managed.
My legs carried me out of the main room, out the door, to my car, and I drove away at a perfectly normal speed. But it felt like I'd just be socked in the gut, hard.
It wasn't anything, I told myself. It made sense. Why would Mr. Miggles want to hang out after hours with his gay junior librarian? He'd be opening himself up to all kinds of criticism and speculation. And possibly, too, Mr. Miggles didn't want to give me the wrong impression.
Oh, God, did he think I… did he think I liked him? Oh, God!
I wasn't interested in him like that. It was just a hike, for pity's sake. Just someone to go do something with on a Sunday.
But maybe he already had plans to go with someone else. Maybe he had a lady friend I didn't know about. Why shouldn't he? It was none of my business what he did in his personal life. And he was still relatively young and handsome, for an older guy. Yeah, he probably had a girlfriend. Maybe she was some hotshot lawyer in Columbus or something. District Attorney. Columbus Symphony Manager. Someone like that. She'd wear suits and heels, have a dry, gravelly, über intelligent voice, and drink wine. A woman like that would go perfectly with Sean Miggles. With Mr. Miggles.
Well. It was all good, though. It was fine. Because now I knew, didn't I? I knew never to cross that line again. Ever. And I didn't care. Because Mr. Miggles was way too old for me anyway. And besides, I had a hot boyfriend. The hottest guy in town!
Justin. What in hell had I been thinking? What was wrong with me? Thank God Mr. Miggles had shut me down. Disaster averted and all that. Not that I’d been thinking of the hike as a date-like thing. I hadn’t! But still, it was better to avoid any remote chance of… whatever.
I drove past Al's, saw an open spot at the curb, and pulled in at the last second. A car behind me honked at the unexpected move. I ignored it, picked up my phone, and dialed.
"Hey, babe. Want to meet me for pizza?" I asked, chest pounding.
He did. And we went back to his place afterward.
There was one guy in town, at least, who wanted me.
Having been, at various times and under different names, a ministerís daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, an organic farmer, and a profound sleeper, Eli is happy these days writing love stories as a m/m romance author.
As an avid reader of such, she is tinkled pink when an author manages to combine literary merit, vast stores of humor, melting hotness and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in rural Pennsylvania with her husband, three bulldogs, two cows, pot belly pig, and cat.
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