That Maddening Man. Debrah Morris

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СКАЧАТЬ tone of voice, along with the look in his eyes, let her know that he was well aware of being bossed around. Apparently, it amused him.

      “Nonsense. I said I’d drive you. So I’ll drive.” Her words were a bit crisper around the edges than she intended.

      “Well, if you’re sure.”

      The man had to have the most intriguing eyes Ellin had ever seen. Because the rest of his face was concealed beneath the curly white beard, her attention focused on the intelligence and humor sparking behind those wire-rims. Something in their depths made her want to know him better.

      And figure out just what made him tick.

      It might be interesting to discover this paragon’s faults. Surely, the guy had some of those. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.” She used her best managerial voice.

      “Okay, then.” His gaze swept the room, lighting on several residents who appeared to need a bit more cheer. “I want to mingle a little longer. How’s half an hour sound?”

      “Fine.”

      “Don’t forget to talk to Lorella,” Ida Faye called after him as he walked away.

      The old woman smiled and reached out to squeeze Ellin’s hand. “You’re in Arkansas now, Ellie.”

      “I know that.” She was still wondering what had possessed her to offer to help Jack Madden. Ordinarily, it would never have crossed her mind to reach out like that. But given the lengths he was willing to go to, just to bring a little happiness to others, it would have taken a harder heart than hers to refuse the call.

      “Well, seems to me, you’re still acting like Chicago.” Her grandmother gave her a knowing look.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Around here, honey, folks are more friendly-like than maybe you’re used to in the city.”

      “I was friendly,” she protested. “I said I’d help him.”

      “It weren’t what you said, Ellie.” Ida Faye cackled. “It were the way you said it.”

      Jack made good on his promise and remained firmly in Santa mode. After seeing Ida Faye back to her room and helping her into bed for a nap, Ellin drove him to the nearest station where he borrowed a gas can and filled it at the pump. Several people spoke to him in the process, calling him by name. She was amazed so many seemed to recognize him beneath the disguise. Granted, Washington wasn’t that big, but he couldn’t know everyone in town, could he? She hadn’t even met the people who lived next door to her in Chicago.

      Excited by the party and fueled by high-octane sugar cookies and candy canes, Lizzie monopolized the conversation on the drive back to the stranded truck.

      “We don’t gots a Christmas tree yet, Santa.” The can-you-believe-the-injustice-of-that was implied in her tone.

      “What with the move and all, we haven’t had time to buy one yet,” Ellin said defensively. How could she admit to a man in a red velvet suit that she couldn’t muster enough holiday spirit to provide her child the most basic of Christmas traditions?

      “You don’t buy Christmas trees around here,” Jack scoffed.

      “You don’t? Where do you get ’em then?” Lizzie was always willing to learn something new.

      “Why, you go out to the woods and chop one down. Don’t tell me you’ve never chopped down your own Christmas tree?” he asked with mock disbelief.

      Lizzie shook her head solemnly. “Nope. Can you help us chop a tree, Santa?”

      “Well, I have to get back to the North Pole and make sure those elves make enough toys for the children.” Her little face fell, so he added, “But I have a special friend named Jack who would be happy to take you and your mommy out to the woods.”

      “I just bet he would,” Ellin muttered. What was he thinking? Didn’t he know how dangerous it was to plant an idea like that in the fertile imagination of a four-year-old?

      “Can we, Mommy? I never been to Christmas tree woods before. Oh, no! We don’t have somethin’ to chop with.”

      “My buddy Jack has an ax.” He smiled at Ellin. “A big one.”

      Ellin raised one brow. “Oh? He should be careful. A guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing could get hurt.”

      Santa Jack winced. “I’ll warn him.”

      “Can we go today?” Lizzie was all atwitter at the prospect of not only chopping down a tree, but meeting one of Santa’s special friends.

      “That’s up to your mother.” Jack shot Ellin a look that was pure challenge.

      “Can we, Mommy? Plee-e-se?”

      Ellin decided Jack Madden knew exactly what he was doing. He’d set her up to score major villain points if she vetoed the plan now.

      “Maybe.”

      Lizzie pushed out her bottom lip and folded her arms on the padded restraint. “You say maybe, but that just means no.”

      “It does not.” Ellin didn’t like being put in the hot seat. She was used to getting what she wanted and it wasn’t often someone turned the tables on her. Jack Madden might be good as gold, but he was also sly as a fox.

      “Say yes!” Lizzie whacked the back of Ellin’s seat with her wand, either to get her attention or magically change her mind.

      “Okay!” Wow. She’d just been suckered by Santa Claus. She eased on the brakes when she spotted Jack’s truck.

      Lizzie went from pouty to perky in ten seconds flat. “We’re gonna chop a Christmas tree.”

      Santa grinned. “I’ll tell my old buddy Jack to swing by your place later this afternoon. Around four o’clock?”

      Ellin shoved the gearshift into Park with more force than was needed and popped open the trunk. “Fine. We’re staying at Ida Faye’s.”

      “Oh, he knows where you live.” He sounded like a character in a cheesy horror movie. “Dress warmly. It gets cold out in the woods.”

      Ellin answered his gotcha grin with a frosty glare. He shivered. “Oooh. It’s getting a little chilly in here. He turned to Lizzie. “You stay good, princess.”

      “I will,” she promised. “Tell your friend Jack to help us chop down a big tree.”

      “I’ll do it. Will you put out some cookies before you go to bed on Christmas Eve?”

      “Yep. You like chocat chip? Or peanut butter?”

      He appeared to think it over. “Chocolate chip, I think.” He gave Ellin a smart little salute as he got out to retrieve the gas can. “You have yourself a merry little Christmas, Ms. Bennett.”

      “Yeah, yeah. You, too.” What an exasperating СКАЧАТЬ