Her Baby's First Christmas. SUSAN MEIER

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      She opened her mouth to stop him, but the wind caught her umbrella and she couldn’t hold it. The rush of air jerked the handle out of her grip and it took off like a kite.

      He nodded at the baby seat. “You buckle her in,” he said, shouting over the noise of the storm as he began walking to the rear of the SUV. “I’ll put these in the back.”

      She shook her head. Lord, he was persistent—and she was getting drenched. Since he was offering to do what she’d have to pay a cab to do, she supposed she’d be foolish to argue.

      By the time he had her gear stowed, she was almost done with the baby. She clicked the final strap, shut the back door and settled into the passenger seat of his SUV. He slid behind the steering wheel and closed the door. Suddenly it was blessedly dry and quiet.

      He hit the buttons to activate the heater and she glanced at all bells and whistles in his obviously expensive vehicle. “Wow. It’s so quiet in here.”

      “That’s one of the car’s selling points. It’s quiet.”

      “Yeah, quiet and…wonderful. Holy cow. This must have cost a chunk of change.”

      “It’s nothing compared to the things my clients drive.”

      “It might be nothing compared to your clients’ rides—” According to the building rumor mill, the guy in the penthouse—as Jared was known to most of the residents—was the attorney for several recording artists, one recording studio and a few movie stars, so she didn’t doubt his clients drove incredibly fancy cars. “But compared to the rest of us, you’re sitting pretty.”

      Her praise seemed to make him uncomfortable and he shifted on his seat. His jaw tightened. “I wasn’t always well-off.”

      Because she didn’t know him, had only seen him a few times in the lobby waiting for the elevator to his penthouse, she had no idea why he’d be upset to have money. But since she’d never see him again, it didn’t matter. He was who he was. Rich. She was who she was—a single mom without an extra cent to spare. Six years ago when her mother died she’d left North Carolina with her boyfriend Patrick with big dreams, but she’d ended up supporting him. When she’d gotten pregnant he’d left as if his feet were on fire. She and Jared Johnson had nothing in common and there was no sense pretending they did by making mindless small talk.

      She settled into the bucket seat and closed her eyes. Besides, she had a few things to think about. She was returning to North Carolina, but not the small town she grew up in. She’d inherited her grandmother’s house in the town right beside it. She was going to the hometown of her father. The guy who had left her mom. The guy she didn’t even know. And she wasn’t sure whether the good people of Four Corners, North Carolina, would welcome her with open arms, or treat her like the plague. She only knew the grandmother she’d never met had left her a piece of property. A place she could sell, hopefully for enough money to buy a home to raise her baby.

      The same grandmother who hadn’t even wanted to meet her, hadn’t acknowledged her as her kin, had given her her first break in life.

      And she’d be a fool not to take it.

      Suddenly the SUV was so quiet Jared could hear his own breathing. This was a bad idea. Elise was virtually a stranger and here they were, trapped in a car for at least twenty minutes, with nothing to talk about. He fixed his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at the shops lining the street, then he saw the Christmas tree in front of Meg’s Memory Mart, growing in a pot big enough to accommodate a four-foot fir, covered in blinking lights and tinsel. His heart caught. His breath shivered.

      Stop.

      She’s gone.

      He shifted on the seat, struggling to rein in a flood of memories. He had to get a hold of himself now, before his plane landed in New York. If he didn’t, his pain would be infinitely worse when he got to the city where every damned thing on every damned street would remind him of the absolutely perfect life he’d lost. He couldn’t cancel his trip. After five years of his finding excuses not to come home, his parents had threatened to come to California with their friend “the shrink” if he backed out this year. They didn’t think it was natural for him to stay away as long as he had. They thought he was just a little bit crazy. He had to show them he was okay.

      Even if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he was.

      Blocking that last thought, he fixed his mind on upcoming contract negotiations for one of his clients, and the rest of the drive to the bus station passed in silence. He pulled up to the curb and Elise eagerly jumped out when he stopped the car. He climbed out of his side of the vehicle and headed for the back of the SUV.

      “Here,” he said, grabbing her suitcase before she could. “I’ll get these. You get the baby.”

      “That’s okay. I can handle it.”

      “I’m sure you can. But I’ve got plenty of time. Think of this as part of the way I’m wasting those three hours before my flight.”

      She rolled her eyes but strode to the side of his vehicle, letting him unload her things. He added her six-pack-size cooler and diaper bag to the suitcase he already had, and walked to the passenger’s side of the SUV where she was getting her baby from the backseat.

      She arranged the baby carrier in her right hand and motioned for him to slide the straps for the diaper bag and cooler to her shoulder. “I’ll take those.”

      She wasn’t going to let him help her into the bus station? That was ridiculous. She could barely carry all these things.

      Still, rather than argue, he said, “Okay,” and slid the bag and cooler in place before setting the suitcase at her feet for her to take. Then he surprised her by removing the baby carrier handle from her right hand. “I’ll take the baby.”

      “We’re fine.”

      “I’m sure you are, but I’m happy to hold her while you get your tickets.”

      “I’m—”

      “I know. Fine. But I have time and I can use it to save you the trouble of juggling the baby while you buy your bus tickets.”

      “You know, you wouldn’t have to pay penance for the guilt you feel when you yell at people if you’d simply stop yelling at people.”

      It surprised him that she caught on to the guilt and penance thing he had going and that unexpectedly struck him as funny. Despite himself, he smiled. “Why do you think I usually just don’t talk to people?”

      “I thought you were a snob.”

      That made him out-and-out laugh. She gave him a strange look, but turned away and marched into the bus station. He followed, glancing down at the baby in the carrier. “Hey, Molly.”

      The chubby, curly-haired baby grinned at him, her toothless gums exposed, spit bubbles forming at the corner of her mouth. With her pale red hair, she looked adorable in her little pink one-piece outfit, bundled in blankets.

      He strode to a bench seat, pleased Molly wasn’t giving him any trouble. But when Elise got in line, the baby began to fuss and then to cry. Two people took places behind Elise, СКАЧАТЬ