You have always been safe from me, Spence. You know that, dont you? She tossed the ice cream scoop and it landed with a plop in the de-icer bag. Im not on the hunt for a husband.
You dont automatically want a sparkling diamond ring?
Im the exception to that rule. She watched his shoulders visibly relax. Poor Spence. He believed that. He must have a poor opinion of women and marriage. When I decide to hunt for a husband, Ill set my sights on a quality man.
Are you suggesting Im not? He was grinning wide enough to show that hint of a dimple again.
She forgot to feel uncomfortable around him when he smiled like that. Im just saying that Im not looking right now. But as far as quality goes, youre a good man, Spence. You shouldnt work so hard to hide it.
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JILLIAN HART
Jillian Hart grew up on her familys homestead, where she raised cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isnt working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book and spending quiet evenings at home with her family.
His Holiday Heart
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long-suffering, bearing with one another, and forgiving one anotherbut above all these things put on love.
Colossians 3:12-14
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
I know your secret, mister.
Spence McKaslin jerked his attention away from the spreadsheets and frowned at his sister, Danielle. She was leaning against the doorjamb to his office with her arms crossed in front of her. Somehow she managed to look kindly and meddling all at once. He frowned. What secret do you think you know? I dont have any secrets. I dont have time for any.
Sure. I know youre a busy man. She laughed. A loving soul, she always had a smile for everyone these days, especially since her hardship at home was over. Her wedding ring sparkled as she shook her head at him with utmost disapproval. Mischief flashed in her dark eyes, and she gave an eye roll. You cant fool me, big brother. Im on to you.
Wow, Im really worried. What on earth was she talking about? he wondered. What did she think she knew? It had to be really good, considering the amusement on her face. He didnt approve of amusement.
Amusement had never helped him. He shoved his chair back and moved a little. His muscles were stiff from sitting in the same position for the past hour or so.
Snow was falling harder outside his offices corner window, obscuring the buildings across the parking lot and disguising the pavement so it looked like a winter wonderland. He scowled. He didnt like wonderlands either. Talk to me about something real. Something that matters. Hows the traffic?
She flashed him that glimmer of humor. Its November, you know that, right? I heard that its snowing. This morning it was sunny, and now theres a surprise winter storm advisory out there. The roads are a mess.
It was his turn for an eye roll. This is what he got for working with family. Family you couldnt choose, and they were impossible to order around. Harder to fire. He tried to hide his great affection for Danielle behind a bigger scowl. He had a reputation to protect. I was asking about the store.
I know. That stubborn cheerfulness didnt dim one iota. Spence, you would be an incredibly handsome man if you would just put a smile on your face.
Now youre sounding like Dorrie. Dorrie was his stepmom and Danielles mom. Im not falling for that handsome line. I dont mind looking homely and disagreeable.
Sure, you dont, but the rest of us have to look at you, brother dear. She gave him a wink, still lighthearted and apparently distracted from the topic of his secret.
Whew. He had only one secret and no onerepeat no oneknew about that. There were days when that secret was so secret that he almost couldnt remember it himself.
We havent had a customer for the last two hours. Danielle gave him the lookthe mom look she used on her kids. Ive counted down the tills, Im turning over the sign and Im going home.
Good thing he was immune to the mom look. This is my store. We stay open until closing time.
Im driving home while I can still navigate the roads. I sent Kelly home, too.
What? That brought him to his feet. This was his store and Katherine, whom Danielle had replaced as his assistant manager, understood that. He and Dani were still figuring out how to work together. She was still new, but that didnt mean she could go usurping his authority. Customers depend on us to be open.
Customers are not going to be fighting through the snow to find us on Thanksgiving Eve. That smile faltered, and it was replaced by something worsesympathy, maybe even pity. I know you dont want to go home. I understand what its like to unlock the door and step into an empty house. Remember when Jonas was in the Seattle clinic?
I remember. Remembering made his chest tangle up with a whole lot of feelings he had no interest in feeling. Jonas, his brother-in-law and Danis husband, had been shot on a routine traffic stop a year and a half ago, and no one had thought he would recover from his traumatic brain injury. But he was coming along just fine. Grateful, Spence swallowed hard, managing to beat down every emotion. Go home to your husband and kids. Theyre waiting for you. Ill close up here.
I dont want you staying late. Her look turned to one of concern. Youre welcome to drop by for dinner. Jonas is cooking, and hes gotten pretty good. Hes been watching cooking shows on television. I think hes doing homemade pizza tonight. It should be tasty.
Sure, he knew what she was doing, offering him a balm for his loneliness. He couldnt count the number of times hed taken her up on it, and he liked the idea of having somewhere to be. He and Jonas could catch a sports show. There were the munchkinshis little niece and nephewto play with. One thing he liked was Danis kids.
But what if he had failed to distract her? What if she really had figured out his secret? Then there was no way he was going to put himself in close proximity to her so she could bring that secret out in the open. He hated to, but he forced out the words. No, thanks. Maybe another night.
Sure. Okay. Danielle took a step back, and that mischief returned to her eyes. She disappeared into her office for a few minutes, and the next time he saw her she was wearing a black wool coat and had her purse in hand.
Drive safe, he called out, going back to his worrying spreadsheets.
I will. Thanks. Danielle stopped at his door. I should tell you that youre not alone in the store. Lucy came
Lucy? he interrupted. The spreadsheet numbers rolled right out of his head. His mind went blank. His lungs forgot to suck in air. Lucy Chapin is here?
You dont have to say that like shes contagious with the bird flu. Shes signing a shipment of her latest book because I asked her to, Danielle explained as if that was no big deal.
It was a big deal. His pulse began to thud in his ears. His palms went dampa sure sign of panic. Lucy is here right now?
Shes in the break room. Are you all right, Spence? Youve gone beet-red.
Just my blood pressure. Or worse. And in that moment his worst suspicions about Danielle had come true. Not only did she know how he felt about Lucy Chapin but she was leaving him alone with her on purpose. There was no other explanation. How did you know?
Careful observation. Danielle didnt even look apologetic as she turned on her heels. Im thinking shell be done in a few minutes. The least you can do is thank her, and see if she needs anything else.
You do it.
Sorry. Ive got to get home. Talking to her would do you good, Spence. She called over her shoulder and sauntered around the front counter. Call me, and tell me how it goes.
He couldnt see anything other than red. Bright crimson splashed across his field of vision. He put his hands to his face. This was too much. How had she guessed? Danielle was good; he had to give her that. Somehow she had figured out he had a tiny, miniscule, barely nothing at all crush on Lucy Chapin.
Not that you could really even call it a crush. More like a dysfunction of his eyes, which made them always turn toward her whenever they were in the same room. That was all. Nothing more. Nothing serious.
He didnt believe in love. Not even a little bit. So he got up and closed the door. With any luck, Lucy would finish her signing and leave all on her own without a single word to him. Besides, it wasnt as if she liked him either. Shed always done her best to steer clear of him.
With any luck, she would avoid him, and his eyes wouldnt malfunction and glue to her pretty face and gentle smile. Comforted, he bowed his head over his profit ratios and tried to concentrate.
The phone rang. He snatched it up. Corner Christian Books. How can I help you?
Spence?
Wait. He knew that soft voice, as melodic as lark song. Every defensive shield he had went up around his heart. Lucy?
Im calling from the break room. Danielle said you were busy in your office, and I didnt
His ears stopped taking incoming information. There was just a haze of static as he digested what shed said so far. She was calling him from the break room? He shook his head. That was something his younger sister Ava would dothe flaky sister. He adored Ava, but he didnt trust her with a set of keys to the store. Youre calling me when youre what, ten yards away?
Sure. She seemed unfazed by that or at least unable to see that her behavior was, well, quirky. I didnt want to interrupt you.
By knocking instead of calling?
She was silent a moment, but when she spoke, her voice was still stubbornly meadowlarkish. This is just a quick call. Ive hauled the books back to the storeroom in the boxes, just like they came. Ill go out the back, and Ill be out of your way, but I wanted to make sure the alarm wasnt on. I dont have the best luck with alarms.
No, I havent set it yet.
But Danielle locked up and turned off the store lights, and so I just wanted to make sure She must have felt she had to explain.
He was probably sounding terse again. Well, better that than vulnerable, right? He was grateful for the hard-won shields hed learned to put up around his heartaround everything. Fine. I understand. Youre free to go.
Great. Thanks. Surely hed insulted her, but it didnt show in her voice. Have a good evening. Bye.
The line went dead, but he couldnt seem to move. Even her voice had a strange effect on him. Her kind alto seemed to circle around in his head, and he wished for one second that he was a different kind of manone who believed in true love and happy endings and all that make-believe stuff. Because if he could, then at least he wouldnt be alone. Instead of wishing hed never see Lucy Chapin again; he would be hoping he could see her again. Talk to her. Take her out to dinner. But he wasnt that kind of a man.
He was the type of man who went back to his work. To his responsibilities. The store was his parents. Some thought that meant an easy ride, since hed walked into this job and his parents werent about to find fault with him. But working for his folks meant something different to him. Commitment. Responsibility. Going beyond and doing all he possibly could. It was the least he could do for Dad and Dorrie. He disappointed a lot of people every day, but one thing he would never do was disappoint them.
The phone rang again. Good thing hed stayed behind. He grabbed the receiver. Corner Christian Books. How can I help you?
Spence? said a familiar gentle voice. Its me again. Lucy.
Lucy. He grimaced, fighting to keep his mind from going numb. His senses from going to static. To keep the steel around his heart.
I can see youre not thrilled I bothered you again, she went on, apologetically but obviously not sorry enough to hang up and put him out of his misery. Believe me, I called everyone else I know. The trouble is I dont know all that many people, at least anyone I can call during a blizzard to come get me.
To come get you? He swallowed hard, grateful his guards were still up. Now he just had to keep them there. That sounds like car trouble. Wont it start? Ill call the auto club. Ill have someone here immediately.
Oh, if only that was the problem. Then it would be easily solved.
Then whats the problem?
The snowplow went by and buried my car. I cant get it out. I dont suppose you have a shovel I can borrow.
A shovel? He put a hand to his forehead and started rubbing as if he had a sudden, mammoth headache. No. Sorry.
Okay. Just thought Id ask. She could see him across the parking lot. His forehead was still in his hand. There was no missing that grimace of his. She turned away, not wanting to see it. Not wanting to watch him when he thought he was alone. She tried to tell herself it didnt matter. Spence McKaslin was more like the abominable snowman whenever he was around her, which is why she stayed away from him whenever possible. She knew him only in passing; she hardly knew him at all. But she did know that he was very standoffish. She should give him a break and figure out someone to calllike a cab company.