The Perfect Christmas: The Perfect Christmas / Can This Be Christmas?. Debbie Macomber

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       Chapter 1

      “Who mails out Christmas cards before Thanksgiving?” Cassie Beaumont lamented to her best friend.

      Angie Barber looked up from her microscope and seemed to take an extra moment to consider what Cassie had just said. “You got a Christmas card? Already?”

      Cassie wheeled her chair back to her station. “Can you believe it?”

      “Who from?”

      “An old college friend. You wouldn’t know her.” Cassie shrugged. “Jill married Tom two weeks after we graduated.”

      “They have children?”

      Cassie caught the wisp of longing in Angie’s voice and answered with a nod. “Two, a boy and a girl, and of course they’re adorable.”

      “Of course,” Angie echoed.

      The Christmas card photo showed the four of them in matching outfits of green and red. The mother and daughter wore full-length green dresses with red-and-green plaid skirts. Father and son had on three-piece suits with vests in the same fabric as the dress skirts. It was too adorable for words.

      “There was a letter, as well.”

      “Everything in their lives is perfect, right?” Angie asked.

      “Perfect in every way,” Cassie grumbled. The unfairness of it all was too much. Jill, who worked as a financial planner, held down a forty-hour-a-week job, kept a meticulous house and still managed to be a terrific wife and mother. Despite all the demands on her time, she’d mailed out her Christmas cards a full month in advance.

      “Is there a reason the perfect Jill sent her Christmas cards so soon?” Angie asked.

      “Jill and Tom just moved into a new home and wanted to update family and friends with their address change. Oh, and there was a photo of the house and it was—”

      “Perfect,” Angie finished for her.

      “Perfect doesn’t begin to describe it.”

      Angie watched her closely. “Do I detect a slight note of envy?” she asked.

      “Slight envy? Me?” Cassie asked, exaggerating the words. “Heavens, no. What you’re hearing is a full-blown case of jealousy. The green-eyed monster is alive and well.” Cassie rolled her chair to the end of a counter filled with an assortment of microscopes, test tubes, slides and other equipment, then stood, hands propped on her hips. “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve been on a real date?”

      “You went out with Greg last week,” Angie reminded her.

      “Greg isn’t a man,” Cassie blurted out. “I mean, he is, but not in the sense of someone I’m interested in,” she said. “Greg’s…completely unsuitable as marriage material.” She didn’t need to explain that, at thirty-four, the ticking of her biological clock got louder by the year.

      Angie sighed. “I agree.”

      He was eligible in practically every way but he happened to be divorced and in love with his ex-wife. Unfortunately, he hadn’t figured that out yet. The entire date, if it could even be called a date, was spent rehashing the tragedy of his divorce. He went on and on about how much he missed his three kids—and his ex-wife, if the number of times he mentioned her name was any indication. The night had been sheer drudgery for Cassie. It was her first and last date with Greg.

      “The problem is, we don’t meet many guys here at work,” Angie said. Cassie was well aware of that. Since they were holed up in a lab eight to ten hours a day, working as biochemists for a plastics company, the opportunities to socialize outside the job were limited.

      “What really hit home,” Cassie said, “after receiving that Christmas card, is how badly I want a family of my own.”

      “I know.” The longing was back in Angie’s voice, too.

      “I don’t understand why it’s so hard to meet men. I’m reasonably attractive, right?”

      Angie nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

      “Thirty-four isn’t so old, is it?”

      “Not really.”

      Cassie shook her head and wondered why she was still single. She wanted to be married, and she liked to think she had the full package—five-five, dark hair, dark eyes. She was attractive, as Angie had confirmed, and she was smart, with a successful career, an engaging personality (if she did say so herself) and plenty of friends. “I СКАЧАТЬ