Holiday in Stone Creek: A Stone Creek Christmas - Linda Miller Lael

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the rest of us.” It was a shot in the dark, a wild guess, but it struck the bull’s-eye, dead center. She knew that by the grim expression on Brad’s famous face.

       “I know enough,” he replied.

       “I shouldn’t have brought it up, but I was thinking about Big John, and that led to thinking about Mom, and I remembered what Ashley told me, so—”

       “It’s okay,” Brad said, trying to smile. “Maybe she won’t bring it up.”

       Olivia doubted they could be that lucky. Ashley was an O’Ballivan through and through, and when she got on a kick about something, she had to ride it out to the bitter end. “I could talk to her…”

       Brad shook his head, pulled her inside the house. It was too hot and too crowded and too loud, but Olivia was determined to make the best of the situation, for her family’s sake, if not her own.

       Big John would have wanted it that way.

       She hunted until she found Mac, sitting up in his playpen, and lifted him into her arms. “It smells pretty good in here, big guy,” she told him. There was a fragrant fire crackling on the hearth, and Meg had lit some scented candles, and delicious aromas wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

       Out of the corner of her eye Olivia spotted Tanner Quinn standing near Brad’s baby grand piano, dressed up in a black suit, holding a bottle of water in one hand and trying hard to look as though he was enjoying himself.

       Seeing his discomfort took Olivia’s mind off her own. Still carrying Mac, she started toward him.

       A cell phone went off before she could speak to him—How the Grinch Stole Christmas—and Tanner immediately reached into his pocket. Flipped open the phone.

       As Olivia watched, she saw the color drain out of his face.

       The water bottle slipped, and he caught it before it fell, though barely.

       “What’s wrong?” Olivia asked.

       Mac, perfectly happy a moment before that, threw back his head and wailed for all he was worth.

       “My daughter,” Tanner said, standing stock-still. “She’s gone.”

      Chapter Five

      THISWASTHECALL Tanner had feared since the day Kat died. Sophie, gone missing—or worse. Now that it had actually happened, he seemed to be frozen where he stood, fighting a crazy compulsion to run in all directions at once.

       Olivia handed off the baby to Brad, who’d appeared at her side instantly, and touched Tanner’s arm. “What do you mean, she’s gone?”

       Before he could answer, the cell ran through its little ditty again.

       He didn’t bother checking the caller ID panel. “Sophie?”

       “Jack McCall,” his old friend said. “We found Sophie, buddy. She’s okay, if a little—make that a lot—disgruntled.”

       Relief washed over Tanner like a tidal wave, making him sway on his feet. “She’s really all right?” Jack had been there for Tanner when Kat was killed, and if there was a blow coming, he might try to soften it.

       Olivia stood looking up at him, waiting, her hand still resting lightly on his arm, fingers squeezing gently.

       “She’s fine,” Jack said easily. “Like I said, she’s not real happy about being nabbed, though.”

       “Where was she?” Tanner had to feel around inside his muddled brain for the question, thrust it out with force.

       “Grand Central,” Jack answered. “She sneaked away from the school group while they were making their way through the crowds after the parade. Fortunately, one of my guys spotted her right away, and tailed her to the station. She was buying a train ticket west.”

       Coming home. Sophie had been trying to come home.

       Brad pulled out the piano bench, and Tanner sat down heavily, tossing his friend a grateful glance.

       “Question of the hour,” Jack went on. “What do we do now? She swears she’ll run away again if we take her back to school, and I believe her. The kid is serious, Tanner.”

       Tanner let out a long sigh. He felt sick, light-headed, imagining all the things that could have happened to Sophie. And very, very glad when Olivia sat down on the bench beside him, her shoulder touching his. “Can you bring her here?” he asked. “To Stone Creek?”

       “I’ll come with her as far as Phoenix,” Jack said. “I’ll have my people there bring her the rest of the way by helicopter. The jet’s due in L.A. by six o’clock Pacific time, and it’s a government job, high-security south-of-the-border stuff, so I can’t get out of the gig.”

       Tanner glanced sidelong at Olivia. She took his hand and clasped it. “I appreciate this, Jack,” he said into the phone, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Send Sophie home.”

       Olivia smiled at that. Brad let out a sigh, grinned and went back to playing host at a family Thanksgiving dinner, taking his son with him. Folks started milling toward the food, laid out buffet-style in the dining room.

       “Ten-four, old buddy,” Jack said. “Maybe I’ll stop in out there and say hello on my way back from Señoritaville. Book me a room somewhere, will you? I could do with a few months of R & R.”

       A few minutes before, Tanner couldn’t have imagined laughing, ever again. But he did then. “That would be good,” he said, choking up again. “Your being here, I mean. I’ll ask around, find you a place to stay.”

       “Adios, amigo,” Jack told him, and rang off.

       “Sophie’s okay?” Olivia asked softly.

       “Until I get my hands on her, she is,” Tanner answered.

       “Stay right here,” Olivia said, rising and taking off for the dining room beyond.

       A short time later she was back, carrying two plates. “You need to eat,” she informed Tanner.

       And that was how they shared Thanksgiving dinner, sitting on Brad O’Ballivan’s piano bench, with the living room all to themselves and blessedly quiet. Tanner was surprised to discover that he wasn’t just hungry, he was ravenous.

       “Feeling better?” Olivia asked when he was finished.

       “Yeah,” he answered. “But I don’t think I’m up to socializing all afternoon.”

       “Me, either,” Olivia confessed. She’d only picked at her food.

       “Is there a sick cow somewhere?” Tanner asked, indulging in a slight grin. After the shock Sophie had given him, he was still pretty shaken up. “That would probably serve as an excuse for getting the heck out of here.”

       “They’re all ridiculously healthy today,” Olivia said.

       Tanner chuckled. “Sorry to hear that,” he teased.

       She laughed, but the amusement didn’t quite get as far as her eyes. Tanner wondered why the holiday made her so uncomfortable, but he didn’t figure he knew her well enough to ask. He knew why he didn’t like them—because the loss of his wife and grandmother stood out in sharp relief against all that merriment. And maybe that was Olivia’s reason, too.

       “I am pretty concerned about Butterpie,” she said, as if inspired. “What do you say we steal one of the fifty-eight pumpkin pies lining Meg’s kitchen counter and head back to your barn?”

       Maybe it was the release of tension. Maybe it was because Olivia looked and smelled so damn good—almost as good as she had that morning, out by the fence and then later on, in her kitchen. Either way, the place he wanted to take her wasn’t his barn.

       “Okay,” he said. “But if you’re caught

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