Mistletoe Mommy - Tanya Michaels

Tanya Michaels

Mistletoe Mommy

The third book in the 4 Seasons in Mistletoe series, 2009

Dear Reader,

I grew up surrounded by a lot of happy chaos-relatives visiting, friends in and out of the house and pets underfoot. (At one point we owned three dogs, two cats and a ferret, all of whom played together.) An adult now with kids of my own, I am definitely carrying on the chaotic tradition.

In Mistletoe Mommy I bring that tradition to Mistletoe, Georgia. Brenna Pierce is a pet sitter who thinks the biggest complication in her life is a broken-down car-until Dr. Adam Varner and his three children roll into town for summer vacation! Trying to get her self-owned business up and running, Brenna doesnt have time for romance. And Adam certainly isnt looking for a relationship. He already has his hands full trying to bond with a teenage son, surly tween daughter and a little girl obsessed with getting a cat for her fifth birthday. Yet, amid the chaos of animals and kids, Brenna and Adam discover love and something that feels remarkably like family.

This is my third book in the 4 SEASONS IN MISTLETOE miniseries, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as Ive loved writing them! Watch for the series conclusion, Mistletoe Hero, in October 2009.

Wishing you only the happiest chaos,

Tanya

Chapter One

The day Brenna Pierce was having would be enough to drive any woman crazy. Which, in Brennas case, would actually be an improvement, because at least she would be driving somewhere.

Instead, she paced alongside a curvy stretch of blacktop in the pounding late-June heat. Her stepfather had raised her to believe that swearing was vulgar, but now, sweaty and exasperated, Brenna mentally chanted a stream of four-letter words, running them together in an all-purpose Über-Curse. Coincidentally, loan was a four-letter word-and something she might have to apply for soon.

Shed been praying her ancient hatchback would make it through this summer, but the faded green car appeared to be on its last legs. Er, tires.

Her cell phone wasnt currently working, either. No bars here. Maybe shed unintentionally discovered Mistletoe, Georgias answer to the Bermuda Triangle, a magnolia-lined stretch of asphalt where all things mechanical sputtered and died. Investigating scientists could name it the Brenna Straightaway.

To find a patch with better reception, shed climbed out of the car. Her pacing hadnt netted any results yet, but she couldnt cover more than a few yards without taking along the vehicles occupant, Lady Evelyn. Wiping damp strands of coppery hair away from her face, Brenna glanced through the open window. Lady Evelyn, a Yorkshire terrier, sat in the back seat wearing her safety restraint harness as imperiously as though it were crown jewels. The Yorkie glared, unamused by first the lack of air-conditioning-fixing the A/C would cost more than the car was worth-and now the unscheduled stop.

At least Brenna had managed to almost coast to the shoulder. Though the vehicle wasnt as out of the way as she would have liked, it also wasnt in the middle of the road.

Reaching inside, she patted her canine companion on the head. What do you say, Evelyn? Wanna get out and help me push?

Beneath the pink bow holding up silky hair, the dogs dark eyes seemed incredulous. Surely you jest. Im a prizewinning purebred. I have ribbons. I dont do manual labor.

Hearing doggie voices in her head couldnt possibly be a good sign. I have got to get out of the heat. Even more importantly, Brenna had to reach Patch by three-thirty. Four oclock at the latest.

Brenna grabbed the leash from the front seat. Come on, she said, unfastening Lady Evelyns safety harness. Lets go for a walk.

If they were lucky, shed get cell reception just up the road and reach someone who could drop everything to come give them a ride. Preferably someone with air-conditioning. They hadnt gone far when a car came barreling over the hill. Brenna waved her arm.

As she squinted against the sunlight, she made out the people inside the oncoming vehicle: Rachel and David Waide. For a minute she didnt think they were going to stop-odd, since the popular Mistletoe couple could usually be counted on to help anyone-but then David swerved to a haphazard halt just past her parked lemon. She scooped up Lady Evelyn and jogged toward the Waides.

David rolled down the window, his handsome face surprisingly pale in spite of a summer tan. Brenna! Are you okay? Were just on our way to take Dr. McDermott to the hospital.

From the passenger seat, his very pregnant wife leaned over with a grin. He means were on our way to meet Dr. McDermott. My water-Oh!

David swung back to Rachel. I lost track of how far apart they are. Im supposed to be keeping track!

Doesnt matter, Rachel gasped. Just drive.

He turned to Brenna. If you need a lift, hop in, but we have to go straight to the hospital. Rach is in labor!

Brenna nodded, hiding a smile. I got that. You two run along. They obviously didnt have time to take her to Patch and were going in the opposite direction from where she needed to be.

David eased off the brake, the car beginning to roll as he asked, What about you?

Maybe he could call someone for her on his way? The Waide family owned a supply store not too far from here. Perhaps one of his siblings, Arianne or Tanner, could come get her. She hadnt been planning to call them, but it would be easiest for David to dial a number he already had programmed into his phone.

Could you- She broke off at the sound of another automobile approaching. Never mind. You take care of your wife. Ill get help from the next Good Samaritan.

Not waiting to be told twice, David pulled away.

Good luck, Brenna called after them. Then she focused on the brown SUV coming into view, gesturing with her free hand.

The car slowed and veered off the road. She saw two males in the front-one considerably younger than the other-and tops of heads that indicated shorter passengers in the back. She recognized neither the vehicle nor the inhabitants.

Still carrying the Yorkshire terrier, hardly an armful at five and a half pounds, Brenna neared the drivers side. A dark-haired man rolled down his window. Shed never passed him in town; he was someone she would have remembered. His face was perhaps the most geometrically perfect shed ever seen-symmetrical features, strong jaw, straight nose, well-defined cheekbones and eyes so dark their color was unfathomable. On a blindingly bright day like this one, they made her think of cool, shaded pools.

Brenna gave a quick shake of her head, such poetic thoughts unlike her. Definitely been in the sun too long.

Hi, she said. Im Brenna Pierce. Youre not from Mistletoe, are you?

No, just vacationing here. His deep voice was a touch rueful.

An adolescent female from the back seat piped up with, You mean weve finally made it to Mistletoe? It feels like weve been driving around for days, she added on a whine.

The boy, who shared the drivers features but in a blocky, awkward, not-yet-grown-into way, whirled around. Maybe if you girls didnt have to stop every five minutes, Dad could have paid better attention to the map.

Well, if boys werent too stubborn to admit when theyre lost-

An excited, high-pitched voice interrupted. Doggie! Daddy, can I pet the doggie?

As three children chorused various questions and complaints, the man driving the SUV asked Brenna, So did you need some help, maam?

As a matter of fact, yes. Wincing as the noise level from inside the SUV escalated, she found herself thinking, But whos gonna help you?

Chapter Two

Dr. Adam Varner squelched the urge to throw himself out of his car and beg for mercy from the stranger. Even though hed assured Sara that hed have no trouble with the kids-Im their father, for pitys sake, I spend nearly every day in an operating room, how hard can this be?-hed realized in the last hundred miles that parenting was far more difficult than he remembered.

What the heck had happened to Morgan, the apple-cheeked infant? Eliza, aka Daddys Girl? Or Geoff, the doting son whod wanted to be just like his father? Now they were a soon-to-be kindergartener, a sullen preteen and a teen obsessed with cars and girls. Admittedly those were probably normal interests for a fifteen-year-old, but Adam had to keep reminding himself that the kid was no longer content with a skateboard-scooter.

Amid Morgans inquiries of are we almost there? and Geoffs insistence that he was hungry again, even though hed had lunch a couple of hours ago and wiped out the stash of snacks inside the SUV, Adam had been switching through satellite radio stations and suggesting car games in a desperate search for a distraction. He certainly hadnt expected roadside diversion in the form of a tall redhead and her rag mop of a dog.

Adam had grown up with a German shepherd and a black Lab. The piece of fluff Brenna Pierce held looked like it would lose a street fight to a gerbil. Even though he knew nothing about her, somehow the immaculately groomed lapdog looked all wrong for her. Brennas tan suggested lots of outdoor activity, as did her footgear-instead of strappy summer sandals, she wore a pair of blue-and-silver hiking shoes. She needed a sturdy dog that could keep up with her. And if she was single, maybe something big enough to growl at intruders.

Was she single? he wondered absently.

He opened his door, unfastening his seat belt with the other hand. I take it thats your car?

She shot the green hatchback a glare of pure loathing. Yeah, its mine.

Did it overheat? He hazarded a guess, reasoning that even an igloo could overheat in weather like this. The air around them was sticky, and he wouldnt have been surprised to see the tar-based road beneath their feet come to a boil.

The gauge didnt show any signs of overheating, but who knows? Gauge could be busted. Just about everything else is.

Already unbuckling his own seat belt, Geoff asked, Can I come take a look, too?

As much time as the teen spent reading car magazines these days, he probably knew more about automotive mechanics than his father. Adam was used to working with his hands, but in surgery not in garages. Sure. But stay off to the side of the road. Your mother would kill me if you wandered into traffic on my watch.