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right hand. “I know here that it’s right.”

      “So you won’t think it out of line for me to ask you to marry me?”

      “I think it will go easier on us at the adoption agency if we’re married.”

      He sucked in a breath. “So you won’t mind adopting kids? Because I really do want to raise more kids.”

      “We can adopt seven if you want.”

      He laughed, caught her around the waist and hauled her to him. This time he kissed her. He let his tongue swirl around hers, nudged her so close that their hearts beat against each other. Savored the moment he knew, truly knew, that he loved her.

      And that this time love would last.

      Then he heard the swinging door open and he broke the kiss. Seeing Finley slinking into the foyer, he smiled down at Shannon and nudged his head in the direction of his daughter, alerting her to Finley’s presence.

      “So now that all that’s settled, Finley would like to know how Santa gets all around the world in one night.”

      Her eyes widened in horror. “Seriously, you want me to field this?”

      “I already tried and failed.”

      Smiling, Finley blinked at her expectantly.

      She glanced up at him and he raised his eyebrows, letting her know he, too, was eager to hear what she said.

      She stooped in front of Finley. “Santa’s sleigh is powered by love.”

      Finley squinted. “Love?”

      “It’s the love of all the parents in the world that gets his sleigh to get to every house in one night.”

      Finley pondered that, but Rory’s heart expanded. Leave it to Shannon to know exactly what to say. Was it any wonder he loved her?

      Shannon glanced up at Rory and said, “Without love nothing really works.” She looked back at Finley. “But with love, everything works.” She hugged her tightly, then rose and wrapped her arms around Rory. “You do realize we have to sleep on the floor.”

      “Huh?”

      “My parents get the bedroom. We get the sleeping bags—”

      Finley let out a whoop of joy. “And I get the sofa!” She headed for the living room. “Let’s turn on the fireplace. Oh, and the tree lights. We can have the tree lights on all night!”

      Rory cast a confused look toward the living room. “Do you think she’ll fall asleep long enough for me to grab the gifts I bought Thursday afternoon from the back of my trunk?”

      Shannon laughed. “She better.”

      “Or?”

      She nestled against him. “Or we won’t get any snuggle time, either.”

      Rory said, “Ah.” Then he bent his head and kissed her.

       EPILOGUE

      THE FOLLOWING Christmas Eve, Rory stood near the half wall of the mezzanine watching Finley play Santa’s helper. Over the course of the year that had passed, she’d finally caught on to the whole Santa thing. Due in no small part to the new friends she’d made in Green Hill when he and Shannon had bought Mary O’Grady’s house. She’d thought the place too big and decided she liked Shannon’s house better, so they’d swapped. She took the little house that was remodeled. They got the old house and were in the process of redoing it to accommodate at least four kids.

      Finley had discovered a little girl her age about a mile up the road and they’d had enough play dates that they behaved more like sisters than friends. Right now Finley and Gwen wore little green-and-red elf suits with red-and-green-striped tights. Each held a clipboard and pen. They were the naughty and nice elves, writing down names. Finley kept track of the nice. Gwen was in charge of naughty. Funny thing was, Santa never put a kid on the naughty list. Only the nice.

      Shaking his head, Rory laughed and glanced down at the first-floor sales floor. Hundreds of customers swarmed around tables and racks. The line at the candy department was six deep. Congratulating himself on the money they’d be making, he glanced at the door and straightened suddenly.

      Shannon’s parents had arrived. Early.

      As if they had radar, they headed for the mezzanine steps. Within seconds, they were beside him.

      “Hey, Rory!” Stacy hugged him.

      “Rory.” A bit more standoffish, Shannon’s dad reluctantly offered his hand to shake his.

      “I’m glad you’re here early. You can see Finley in action.”

      Stacy glanced over. “Oh, she’s adorable!”

      Even Shannon’s dad’s expression softened a bit. “She’s quite a kid.”

      “Due in no small part to your daughter,” Rory said, desperately trying to make points with this guy, who still wasn’t over the fact that Rory had left Christmas Eve the year before. Never mind that he’d come back and proposed marriage to his daughter even though they’d only known each other a week. Nope. Dave still held a grudge. “She’s a wonderful mother. I couldn’t raise Finley without her.”

      Stacy looked around. “Speaking of Shannon, where is she?”

      He didn’t know. She’d been missing in action all morning and he wasn’t sure it was wise to tell her parents that. He hadn’t lost her. She was a grown woman, allowed to go Christmas shopping on her own if she chose, but somehow he didn’t think her dad would like that answer.

      Still, he sucked in a breath, ready to say, “I’m not sure where she is,” when he saw Shannon get off the elevator and stride toward him.

      The happy expression on her face hit him right in the heart. He couldn’t believe he’d almost walked away from her the year before.

      She strode over, directly into his open arms. “Can I talk to you?”

      He turned her to see that her parents were already there.

      “Mom? Dad? You’re early.”

      Her dad scowled. “Why, is that bad?”

      “It’s not bad, Dad. It’s just that I have something to tell Rory.”

      Her dad harrumphed. “You can tell him in front of us…unless there’s something wrong.”

      “Nothing wrong,” Rory assured him, then prayed there wasn’t.

      Shannon cleared her throat. “Okay, then—” She slid her arm around Rory again. “I’ve spent the morning with the adoption agency.” She turned in Rory’s arms. “Melissa Graham had her baby. She chose us as the parents.”

      Rory’s heart stopped. As he grabbed Shannon and hugged her, he noticed Shannon’s parents’ faces fall in disbelief. “We get a baby?”

      Her eyes glowed. “A boy.”

      His breath stuttered out. “A boy.”

      She hugged him again. “A baby. Our baby boy.”

      The speakers above them began to play the hallelujah chorus. Shannon laughed. Rory bit back tears, not wanting Shannon’s dad to see him cry.

      Pulling out of his embrace, Shannon said, “Who gets to tell Finley that she’s about to be a big sister?”

      Rory turned her toward Santa’s throne. He put his arm around Stacy’s shoulders and tugged on Shannon’s dad’s arm. “Let’s tell her together.”

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