The Magic of a Family Christmas - SUSAN MEIER

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       “Okay, Cullen!” Harry said, handing him a cookie. “You paint this one. It’s a bell.”

      “I see that.”

      “So paint it.”

      “With frosting,” Wendy qualified. “But you should also wash your hands first.”

      He was going to say no. He’d never done anything like this in his life and he was too old to start now. But just the mention of the word frosting squeezed his heart. Unable to catch every word said about him, Harry had repeated what he’d thought he heard and called himself a “frosting child.” He was a sweet little boy, left in the hands of a cold, sterile system. How could Cullen turn away the request of a child who’d just lost his mother?

      “Okay.”

      Wendy smiled. Cullen’s heart tripped over itself in his chest. Now that they were in a comfortable environment he’d begun thinking of things a little more normally. But that wasn’t necessarily good. Instead of envisioning off-the-wall images like sparkling angels when he looked at her, he was now thinking how he’d like to kiss the lips that had pulled upward into a smile.

      But that was wrong. They’d be working together for the next weeks. Visions of angels were one thing. Actually wanting to kiss his temporary employee was another.

      Susan Meier spent most of her twenties thinking she was a job-hopper—until she began to write and realised everything that had come before was only research! One of eleven children, with twenty-four nieces and nephews and three kids of her own, Susan has had plenty of real-life experience watching romance blossom in unexpected ways. She lives in Western Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband Mike, three children, and two over-fed, well-cuddled cats, Sophie and Fluffy. You can visit Susan’s website at www.susanmeier.com

      The Magic of a Family Christmas

      BY

      Susan Meier

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      For the people at Gardners Candies

      in Tyrone, Pennsylvania!

      Thanks for a great tour and your help with this story!

      Merry Christmas!

      For my mom,

      who was the inspiration for Harry’s Christmas cookie.

      Prologue

      “I’VE hired a nurse.”

      “Really?” Wendy Winston tried to sound surprised by her next-door neighbor’s announcement, but she wasn’t. Betsy’s cancer hadn’t responded to treatment. Wendy had been able to help Betsy struggle through the aftereffects of the initial round of chemotherapy, but her friend needed real care now. Care beyond what a neighbor could provide.

      “I appreciate all the help you’ve given me over the past few weeks, but I’ll bet you’ll be glad for the break.”

      Fluffing the fat pillow before she slid it under Betsy’s head, Wendy laughed. “You think I’ll be glad to go back to an empty house?”

      Betsy frowned. “I’ve always wondered why you didn’t move back to your family in Ohio after your husband died.”

      She shrugged. “Memories mostly. It seemed too abrupt just to leave when he died. I needed time to process everything.”

      “It’s been two years.”

      “I also have a job.”

      “No one stays away from family for a job.”

      She grinned at Betsy. “Would you believe I can’t sell that monstrosity I call a house?”

      Betsy laughed.

      “One of these days I’ll have the kitchen and bathrooms remodeled and then I can put it on the market and go.”

      Even Wendy heard the wistfulness in her own voice so she wasn’t surprised when Betsy said, “It makes you sad to think of leaving.”

      “Four years ago I settled here with the assumption that Barrington would be my home. I can’t shake the feeling that this is where I belong. No matter how alone I am.”

      “Why didn’t you and Greg ever have kids?”

      “He wanted to be done with his residency before we even tried.”

      “Makes sense.”

      Wendy smiled sadly.

      “But it didn’t make you happy.”

      “If we’d done what I wanted and had a child I wouldn’t be alone right now.” She sighed. “Not that I only wanted a child to keep from being lonely. It was more than that. My whole life I longed to be a mom. But what Greg wanted always came first. Some days I struggle with that.”

      “That’s one of those tough choices that happens in a marriage. Nobody’s fault.”

      Wendy turned away. “Yeah.” She wouldn’t burden Betsy with stories of how her late husband had been so focused and determined that he frequently didn’t even listen when she talked. She didn’t want to give Betsy any more to worry about or the wrong idea. She had loved Greg and missed him so much after he died that she had genuinely believed she would never be happy again. But because he was so selfabsorbed, their marriage was far from perfect.

      Silence stretched out in Betsy’s sunny bedroom as Wendy walked around the room tidying the dresser and bedside tables.

      “You know, it won’t be the nurse’s job to read Harry a story or tuck him in at night,” Betsy said, referring to her six-year-old son.

      Wendy turned from the dresser.

      “So if you want to keep coming over to do that, I know it would make Harry happy. He loves it when you read to him.”

      Wendy smiled. “I love it, too.”

      Chapter One

      WENDY Winston twisted the key to silence her small car and turned to the boy on the seat beside her. Six-year-old Harry Martin blinked at her from behind brown-framed glasses. A knit cap covered his short yellow hair. His blue eyes were far too serious to be those of a child. A thick winter coat swallowed his thin body. His mittened hand clutched a bag of toy soldiers.

      “I’m really sorry to have to bring you to work.”

      He pushed his glasses up his nose. “S’okay.”

      She wanted to say not really. It wasn’t okay that he’d be forced to sit and play with his plastic soldiers for God only knew how long while she worked. It wasn’t okay that he’d lost his mom. Or that Betsy’s lawyer had been out of town when she’d died. It had been four weeks before Attorney Costello had finally called to tell Wendy that Betsy had granted her custody of Harry in her will, and another few days before social services could pull him out of his foster home and give Wendy custody—and then only temporarily.

      Regardless of what Betsy’s will said, Harry’s biological father’s rights superseded her custody bequest. But no one knew where Harry’s dad was, so, for now, Wendy had a child who needed her, and, for the first time in two years, she had someone to anticipate Christmas with. Though social services was searching for Harry’s dad, Wendy believed she and Harry could have as long as a month to shop, bake cookies and decorate. If it killed her she would make it the best month before Christmas this little boy had ever had.

      She smiled. “I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

      “Can we bake cookies?”

      Her heart soared. It seemed that what he needed done for him was what she needed to do. They were the perfect combination.

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