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to forget some obvious things every once in a while.” She unzipped his coat and tugged on the sleeve to pull it off then yanked his cap off his head. “Don’t be afraid to remind me!”

      “Okay.” He pushed his glasses up his nose.

      After stowing his coat and hat in the hall closet, Wendy gathered sugar, vanilla and flour from the cupboards and eggs, butter and milk from the refrigerator. Harry climbed on a chair.

      “Oh, no! No sitting for you! You have to help.”

      He peeked up at her. “Really?”

      “Sure.” She handed him a measuring cup. “Fill that with flour.”

      Standing on the chair, he peered into the canister, then back at her. “Fill it?”

      “Just dip it in.” She cupped his soft little hand over the handle of the measuring cup and scooped it into the flour to fill it. “See? Like that.”

      “Cool!”

      “I’m guessing you’ve never baked before.”

      He shook his head. “My mom didn’t have time.”

      Wendy nearly cursed at her stupid mistake. The last thing she wanted to do was remind him of his mother, but before she had a chance to say anything, the phone rang.

      Wendy walked to the wall unit talking. “You never having baked isn’t a big deal. In fact, it will be fun for me to teach you. Something new for both of us.” She lifted the phone receiver. “Hello?”

      “This isn’t the right forecast.”

      “Oh, hello, Mr. Barrington.”

      “This forecast has draft written on it. Every copy in the file has draft stamped on it. Isn’t there a final version?”

      “Yes.” She thought for a second, wondering why her final copy wasn’t in the file, but in the end decided it didn’t matter. “I probably have to print you another copy.”

      “Great. I’ll see you when you get here.” He paused then added, “And don’t dillydally.”

      He hung up the phone.

      She sighed. “Harry, do me a favor and put the butter back in the fridge.”

      He scooted off the chair and took the butter to the refrigerator. Right behind him with the milk and eggs, Wendy caught the door as he opened it.

      “This is so much fun!”

      She frowned. “Getting things out and putting them away again is fun?”

      “Having somewhere to go!”

      “You like going to work?”

      “I like going anywhere. My mom didn’t go places.” He frowned then glanced at the floor. “She was sick.”

      Wendy stooped down in front of him. Her own pang of loss rippled through her as she remembered Betsy. “I know she was sick. And I’ll bet you miss her. But I don’t think she’d want you dwelling on her.”

      “What’s dwelling?”

      “Thinking about her when she can’t be here. I’ll bet she’d want you to think happy thoughts this close to Christmas.”

      Even as the words came out of her mouth they brought a rush of memory. Her mom had told her the same thing about Greg. That she shouldn’t dwell on him, their plans, their life. She remembered thinking that her mom was right and still being angry that he’d died, had left her when she’d loved him so much, needed him so much. Two years without him had taught her to be stronger, bolder and independent enough never to fall into the trap of needing a man the way she had Greg. But when her mom had said those words, she’d been devastated.

      Harry, however, nodded sagely.

      She rose and helped him with his coat. After shrugging into her own coat and getting her purse and keys from the table in the foyer, she caught Harry’s hand and led him outside into the driving wind and freezing rain.

      Ice now covered tree branches and clung to the mailboxes of the row of older, but welltended homes. She paused in front of her little blue car, studying the icicles that hung from the door handle. It was so easy for a car to slide on ice. Walking might be safer. “I’m not sure about this.”

      “About what?”

      “The plant isn’t very far from here. We could actually walk.”

      But it was raining. And Harry was a little boy. A simple ten-minute walk for her might not be so easy for short legs.

      She frowned. “Never mind. We’ll drive.”

      As they waited for the car windows to defrost, she said, “So do you know what you want to be when you grow up?”

      “A fireman.”

      “That’s a great job.”

      “I want to save people.”

      Wendy yanked her gearshift out of Park and into Drive. With his mother’s passing so fresh in his memory, there was no way Wendy would let him go down that road. Not this close to Christmas. If nothing else, she intended to give this little boy a break from reality. A few days or weeks of comfort and joy while social services employees hunted for his dad.

      “Maybe if you’re good enough with the cookies, you might want to consider being a baker.”

      He giggled. “Girls are bakers.”

      “Not really.” As they drove to the plant, they talked about the different kinds of jobs he could consider then she took his hand again to help him navigate the icy parking lot. This time she needed her key to get in.

      When they arrived in her office, Cullen Barrington was standing by her desk, looking at his watch.

      “Five minutes? I told you to hurry, but I didn’t mean for you to be reckless.”

      “I wasn’t. I don’t live far.” She rubbed her hands together before removing her coat. “We actually considered walking, but it’s freezing out there.”

      “If you think you’re cold, you should be me. In Miami the temperature rarely falls below sixty. I’m lucky that I remembered to bring a winter coat. Even with it I shiver.”

      He was trying to make small talk, to be nice, she supposed, to take the sting out of calling her into the office again, and she smiled at him. He returned her smile and her nerve endings shimmered with life and energy, even as her brain filled with silly, romantic notions. Maybe this incredibly handsome man wasn’t a Scrooge after all? Maybe beneath that playboy exterior was a nice guy? Then all these feelings she had of drowning in his dark eyes wouldn’t be wrong. Maybe she’d get to kiss that mouth, be held in his strong arms—

      Luckily, he had turned and didn’t see her shaking her head to clear those thoughts. They were ridiculous! Even thinking about getting involved with someone like him was dangerous. He probably practiced being nice to seduce unsuspecting females like her! She needed to keep her feet firmly grounded in her real world. She was strong now, independent, not dreamy as she had been when she’d fallen for Greg. Cullen needed one little thing printed, the forecast, then she and Harry could go home and bake.

      She slid onto her desk chair, turned on her computer, hit a few keystrokes and the room went dark.

      Chapter Two

      “WHAT did you do?”

      So much for thinking that deep down inside he was a nice guy. “I didn’t do anything!”

      A childish whimper floated to Wendy. Her office didn’t have a window, so when the lights went out, the room became pitch-black.

      She bounced from her seat. “Harry, everything’s fine. The ice probably brought down a power line or two.”

      “Damn.”

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