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A Christmas Yarn
A Christmas Yarn
A Christmas Yarn
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A Christmas Yarn

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Librarian Gavin MacCauley isn't expecting any surprises this holiday season. It's the usual rush of helping patrons, and knitting items to donate to the local hospital. But his world is turned upside down by the cutie who walks into knitting club looking to learn how to crochet a scarf.

Jonathan Mercier has just moved to town and is desperate to find a new craft for his traditional, handmade gift for the aunt who adopted him. When his elderly neighbor strong-arms him into attending the library's knitting and crochet club, he falls hard for the kind (and hot!) librarian running the class.

But with Christmas coming, and time running out to finish the gift, will these two find the time for each other?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherCC Bridges
Release dateDec 11, 2019
ISBN9781393651345
A Christmas Yarn
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CC Bridges

CC Bridges spent her childhood visiting other worlds in books, comics, and the starship Enterprise. It’s no surprise that she ended up a librarian, being surrounded by the books she loves so much. She writes about amazing worlds with honorable characters. Her hobbies include paying money to get locked in a room for an hour so she can solve puzzles to escape, along with the aforementioned reading. She has an MFA from Southern New Hampshire University.

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    A Christmas Yarn - CC Bridges

    Chapter 1

    D on’t you think it might be a bit too early for Christmas decorations?

    Gavin set down the fifth box marked winter holiday display he’d carted from the storage area behind the circulation desk. When Chelsea, the children’s librarian, had asked him for a hand, he hadn’t expected there to be this much physical labor involved. How much stuff had she saved?

    The entire front lobby of the Sheldon Public Library had been taken over by the supplies for Chelsea’s winter display. She’d commandeered every spare table, case, and book truck, and now all of it was scattered in various piles. Before Chelsea had started filling up the lobby with her stock, it had looked cold and sterile. Gavin knew from experience that Chelsea would have it livened up in no time. She could work magic with nothing more than construction paper and a stapler.

    It’s never too early for a holiday display. Besides, it’s the Monday after Thanksgiving, even if Thanksgiving did fall early this year. Be grateful I had the restraint to wait this long. She tucked one of her dark-brown curls behind her ear and stepped back to survey the boxes, most of which she’d opened and were spilling their contents everywhere. Besides, if I don’t get this done now, who knows what Evelyn would put up?

    Gavin shuddered. Evelyn was another librarian on staff, the kind he hoped never to be—a little full of herself and obsessed with protocol and regulations. She’d been at Sheldon forever and thought she knew better than the younger librarians, like Gavin and Chelsea. Good point. Her Thanksgiving display was kind of...

    Culturally insensitive? Chelsea rolled her eyes. She perched on her knees, pulling out fluffy fake snow fabric until she looked draped in the stuff. We’re lucky no one complained.

    It wouldn’t have been the first time. Gavin joined her on the floor, wincing at the feel of the beige tile on his knees. What can I help you with?

    She sat back and gave everything a once-over. I think we’ll divide it into four sections: Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and winter celebrations. She pointed to each area. Once we get the decorations up, then I’ll go grab some books. If you can put things in the appropriate piles, I’ll worry about arranging it.

    I can also help you pull the books. Gavin broke open the seal on the box in front of him and started to yank out the red and gold garland. Christmas was in here then.

    They kept sorting and stacking. It felt good to do something like this—organizing with an end goal. So much of library work seemed never-ending. Mostly because he kept getting interrupted with something else that needed to be finished right now.

    Gavin, do you have a minute to help a patron? Shirley from circulation came over to ask. Reference is slammed.

    He dusted off his pants and went to work. Some days were like that, with constant questions from people, while other days were far more quiet. Today looked like one of the former as Shirley showed him to the young man who required assistance with his online job application. Between the young man’s earnestness and Gavin’s knowledge of high school Spanish, they were successful.

    The interaction left him walking away with a spring in his step. Good customer service experiences reminded him of why he became a librarian in the first place—to help people. On the way back to the lobby, he ended up checking in on the afterschool homework assistance group. Then he took another turn at the Reference desk, fielding questions on how to sign up for computer time, and gently breaking the news that, yes, they charged for printing.

    Once he got relieved—by Evelyn of all people—he made his way back to the lobby to find that Chelsea had mostly finished the display. Like she’d suggested to him, she’d set up four distinct areas, each centered around a different holiday, although she’d wound the white lights along every section to tie everything together. While there were artifacts—a menorah for Hanukkah and a kinara for Kwanzaa, along with a tiny Christmas tree—she’d strategically used construction paper to outline printouts of the history of each holiday.

    No celebration had been singled out. Gavin was pleasantly surprised at the amount of books they had on Kwanzaa. He could remember when they had only one or two. She’d nicely supplemented those with books on African history as well.

    Crap, I forgot I was going to help you pull books. Another one of those days. He’d have all the good intentions in the world to finish a project, but something called his attention away. Gavin didn’t mind that, actually. His brain didn’t always work in a straight line anyway,

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