A Home For Christmas. Linda Ford

to be disappointed. She wanted to warn Wade not to tease too long, but before she could speak, Wade tugged his nephew’s hat. “You ready, too?”

      Joey nodded, his eyes filling with eagerness.

      “How about you?” Wade tugged Grady’s hat next.

      “I’m ready.”

      “Then let’s go.” He reached for Annie’s hand.

      Missy hadn’t been included. She hoped her smile looked sincere, when inside she fought disappointment. Somehow she’d seen herself as part of this mysterious celebration.

      Wade waited at the door. “Hurry and get your coat,” he said to her.

      Missy hurried.

      Joey reached for her hand at the door and she offered her other one to Grady.

      They trooped down the snow-crusted hill to the barn and stepped into the dim interior. The smells of horses and hay filled the air. Dust motes drifted past the squares of light from the row of windows. The nearest horse turned and whinnied a greeting.

      Eddie stood to one side, watching without intruding.

      Wade led them toward an empty stall. “Here we are. A manger for us to prepare. Who wants to put in fresh hay?”

      “That’s my job.” Joey handed the paper star to his sister and took the pitchfork that had been placed nearby. He lifted fresh hay from a little pile and spread it as carefully as a hand-knit blanket.

      The door swung open and Daisy and her sister and brothers slipped in. They approached the group, each clutching something in their hands.

      Again the door opened and closed as three cowboys stepped inside and came to stand by Eddie.

      Wade grinned. “Seems word got around about the Boxing Day event.”

      “You don’t mind?” Missy wasn’t sure if this was a private family occasion.

      “Everyone is welcome, right, kids?”

      Annie and Joey murmured agreement, but their attention remained on smoothing the hay in the manger. Finally satisfied, they stepped back. “The manager is ready just like it would have been for baby Jesus.”

      “I have the star.” Annie handed it to Wade. “Can you please hang it for me?”

      Wade must have known about the star. Of course he would. This was a family tradition. He stuck it on a nail above the manger.

      The children stepped back, forcing Wade to crowd to Missy’s side. She thought of moving, but there was nowhere to go, so she stayed where she was, Wade’s arm brushing hers. She felt him in every pore, the scent of him, fresh hay and old leather, the size and strength and determination of him. And something more. Something that transcended the five senses. She didn’t know what it was, but knew she wasn’t mistaken in thinking there was more to him than what a person saw on the surface.

      Her nerves twitched. Her cheeks burned. Why was she assuming to know his feelings? She knew practically nothing about the man, and what she did know she wanted to change. Her desire was to see the children stay with him, not go to strangers, despite his reasons for feeling he had to make this decision.

      She stiffened, trying to pretend she was unaware that their arms touched. She was here only to encourage and support the children and to help take care of them. But she fully intended to use what little time she had to convince him not to send away two little ones who adored him.

      Joey signaled to the waiting children and Daisy led them forward.

      “I brought a blanket,” she said, and spread a worn cloth over the hay.

      Daisy lifted her youngest sibling, little Pansy, who dropped a bright button to the blanket. “I bring shiny.”

      Their brothers, Neil and Billy, stepped forward. Little Billy left a cookie, Neil a red feather.

      Grady had disappeared into the tack room and emerged with a leather strap. “He’ll need this to fix things.”

      The children crowded around the manger and the cowboys moved closer.

      Missy turned to smile at Wade. “The first Christmas Day must have been like this.”

      He nodded, his eyes full of dark mystery as if he was caught somewhere between the past and the present, perhaps remembering other occasions when he’d taken part in this ceremony.

      Joey caught Wade’s hand, drawing his attention away from Missy.

      “Mama taught Annie a song to sing when we did this.”

      “She did?” Wade squatted to face the children.

      Missy watched emotions journey across his face. First surprise, then sadness and then love for the two children clutching his hands.

      She didn’t know what prompted her action, but she rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. All she wanted was to let him know she sympathized with the tangle of emotions he must be feeling—sorrow at the loss of his sister and brother-in-law, and sadness at facing the further loss of these children.

      But something else happened when her palm touched him. She felt a yearning, as strong and undeniable as his muscles under her hand.

      She jerked back. What was she thinking? Wade did not offer what she wanted and needed. He was a wandering cowboy who considered those he loved to be inconvenient to his way of life. Her mind said her judgment might be a little harsh but her heart felt the familiar pain of being a burden to someone.

      The children should not feel that way.

      And yet didn’t they deserve to be with an uncle who loved them?

      How could he love them and plan to give them away?

      It was a question she meant to put to him. There had to be a way for him to keep the children, and she’d help him find it.