Bride Under the Mistletoe: The Magic of a Family Christmas. SUSAN MEIER. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: SUSAN MEIER
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isbn: 9781472016171
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Dipping into the pantry and then out again, she displayed a bag of fat white marshmallows. “I always keep a bag on hand in case I ever want to make s’mores.”

      “We’ll start toasting those over the fire and tell funny stories and he’ll forget all about the ghosts.”

      Wendy smiled her agreement, but her smile faded when he turned away, gathered the catsup and mustard and walked to the refrigerator as if it were very normal for him to be in her kitchen. In a way she supposed it was. This had been his home. But she had the oddest feeling that he was right where he was supposed to be.

      And so was she.

      Blaming that feeling on the fact that they both called this house home, she shook her head, told herself to stop acting like an idiot and carried the marshmallows to the living room where Harry eagerly awaited her.

      They spent the next hour roasting marshmallows and teasing Harry. Then Cullen realized he’d not only have to sleep in his uncomfortable clothes; he’d also have to wear them the next day unless he went to his car.

      Wendy grabbed two flashlights from the kitchen and met him at the front door.

      “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

      “It’s a ten-minute walk to my car, remember? I hadn’t yet checked into my hotel, so I can grab my duffel bag and be back in twenty-two minutes.”

      As he spoke, he smiled down at her, and she suddenly knew why she kept getting these odd feelings. In the office when he was Cullen Barrington, owner of Barrington Candies, he was an unapproachable playboy. But here in this house where he was comfortable, with a little boy he couldn’t resist being kind to, she was seeing a side of him she would bet few people—if any—had ever seen. And she was beginning to like him.

      She quickly looked away and stepped back. She didn’t want to like this guy. At least not romantically. This time next month, he’d probably be on a beach or in a casino. There was no sense forming an attachment. But more than that they came from two different worlds, saw life two different ways, probably had totally opposite beliefs about most things. Liking him was just wrong.

      “See you when you get back.”

      He opened the door and pointed at his Italian loafers. “Wish me luck.”

      Wendy couldn’t help it; she laughed. “Luck.”

      While he was gone, Wendy went to the storage room and found the two sleeping bags that she and her husband had used on camping trips. Because there were only two, she grabbed blankets from the linen closet and brought them along, too.

      After she and Harry laid the open sleeping bags on the floor to serve as a cushion, they covered them in blankets. She took Harry upstairs, helped him wash up and eased him into his pajamas. On the way back to the living room they stopped in the library and found a tattered copy of A Christmas Story.

      By the time Cullen returned, she’d begun reading it aloud to Harry. Cullen took his duffel bag upstairs and returned dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Not interrupting her reading, he slid under the blanket on the other side of Harry. She read a few chapters until Harry’s eyelids began to droop and eventually closed completely.

      Wendy slid the blanket up to his chin. He snuggled into the pillow.

      She glanced over at Cullen and whispered, “This wasn’t exactly how I’d hoped our first night would turn out.”

      “This was your first day with him?”

      She nodded.

      He laughed softly. “I don’t think Harry minded.” He pulled in a breath. “And I have to thank you, too. I’d have been sleeping on your boss’s lumpy couch tonight if you hadn’t come to my rescue.”

      “It’s nothing.”

      “No, another employee might have been too intimidated to invite me. I appreciate that you not only opened your home, but you didn’t make a big deal of it.”

      Cullen rose from the makeshift bed and tossed another log on the fire. Levering his hand on the coffee table, he lowered himself to the floor again, but as he pulled his hand away he jarred the table enough that the silver bell decoration in a Christmas flower arrangement rang.

      Hearing the bell, Harry squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly.

      Please, let Miss Wendy and Cullen get married and adopt me.

      He made the wish quickly, just as he had the other two times he’d wished.

      The first time he’d wished they’d get married and adopt him had been at the door of Miss Wendy’s work, when she’d slipped on the ice. He’d seen her and Cullen look at each other funny like Jimmy Franklin’s mom and dad looked at each other, and he knew they could be a mom and dad. His mom and dad. So he’d wished and when he was done wishing the bell rang.

      Then, when she came back from getting the radio, she and Cullen had looked at each other funny again, he’d wished again and church bells had rung.

      He snuggled more deeply into the pillow, a plan forming in his head. What if he made the wish every time he heard a bell ring? He’d tried to wish that his mom would get well and that wish hadn’t worked. But maybe that was because he didn’t have a bell? So this time, he’d wish every time he heard a bell. And maybe his wish would come true.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      WENDY woke first. Sunlight poured in from the big window behind the sofa. Guessing it was probably around nine o’clock, she sat up and her back protested.

      “Floor’s not the most comfortable place to sleep,” Cullen whispered.

      “You can say that again.” She pulled in a breath and smiled ruefully. “My coffeemaker’s electric, but if you’d like some tea, we can make that.”

      “Anything with caffeine is fine.”

      She rolled over to lift herself off the floor. On the other side of Harry, Cullen did the same.

      While Cullen went upstairs to change out of his sweatpants and T-shirt, Wendy boiled water for tea. He returned to her kitchen dressed in dark trousers and a black-and-beige-striped sweater. Her stomach took a tumble. He was so damned good-looking.

      She turned back to the stove, poured boiling water over tea bags in two cups and brought them to the table.

      “You were very good with Harry last night,” he said.

      “You’re no slouch yourself.”

      He laughed. “Thank you.” He toyed with his tea bag. “So what’s the story with him?”

      “Right after he and his mom moved in next door, his mom was diagnosed with cancer.” She dipped her tea bag in and pulled it out, testing the strength of her tea. “I started visiting once a week to see if she needed anything and soon I was helping her get through chemo. Eventually I was doing pretty much everything at her house.” She smiled at the memory. “Including reading Harry a story every night and tucking him in.”

      “So social services considered you a good candidate to take him in while they look for his dad?”

      She snorted a laugh. “Not even close. His mom gave me custody in her will.”

      “Oh.”

      Cullen’s voice was full of such happy surprise that Wendy shook her head. “Don’t get excited. His biological father has first right to custody no matter what Betsy’s will says.”

      “But I can tell you’d really like to be the one to raise him.”

      She nodded. “I think I could be a great mom. I already love Harry and the thing he needs more than anything right now is just plain love.”

      “I’m surprised you don’t have children