Rescued by the Magic Of Christmas. Melissa McClone

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      MARRIED? TO JACOB? NO way.

      Carly stared at the kids, jumping and giving each other high fives. She needed to gain control fast or this could set the tone for the next two weeks.

      She stuck two fingers in her mouth and blew, the way Nick had taught her. The loud, sharp whistle quieted Kendall and Austin.

      Thanks, Nick. Once again her brother had saved her.

      Too bad she hadn’t been able to do the same for him.

      The kids stared at her.

      “Into the kitchen,” she ordered in the same tone Hannah had used last summer in Colorado when a fight over whether to hike or swim erupted. “And sit at the table.”

      Even Jacob followed her instructions.

      Carly hid a smile as he passed. Suddenly he stopped.

      “This is all so sudden,” Jacob murmured in her ear with an outrageous flutter of his eyelashes. Long, dark lashes, she couldn’t help noticing. Ridiculously wasted on a guy. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have brought a ring.”

      Heat flooded her face. “Shut up. Sit down.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” He took his place at the table with the kids. No one said anything.

      “That’s better.” Carly followed them into the kitchen. She sat between Kendall and Austin, pushing the snacks toward them. “Why do you think we have to get married?”

      “If you kiss someone, you have to marry them.” Austin picked up an apple slice. “Sammy Ross told us at recess.”

      “You don’t say.” Jacob spoke with the utmost sincerity. “Sammy must be one of those guys who know everything.”

      Nodding, Austin dipped the apple into the caramel sauce. “He’s got five older sisters. Three are in high school.”

      “That explains it.” Jacob winked. “Better watch out who I kiss from now on.”

      Carly glared. Some help he was turning out to be.

      Austin’s eyebrows drew together. “You can only kiss the person you’re going to marry, Uncle Jake. Aunt Carly.”

      Uh-oh. She straightened. Damage control was needed right away. “Austin—”

      “I know you don’t have to get married if you kiss someone, but wouldn’t it be great if you got married anyway? You wouldn’t have to go back to Philadelphia. And I could be your flower girl.” Kendall’s brown eyes implored her. “Please, oh, please. I’ve always wanted to be a flower girl.”

      Carly’s chest tightened. She didn’t want to hurt Kendall, but letting the nine-year-old think a wedding was in the works would be worse. The wedding march ranked right up there with Christmas carols when it came to music Carly didn’t want to hear again. Besides, she didn’t want Jacob to think she was interested in marrying him. It was bad enough Carly thought he was still hot after all these years. “No one is getting married, sweetie.”

      Kendall’s face puckered.

      Carly squeezed the girl’s small hand. “I’m sorry.”

      The apology didn’t keep the tears from welling in the young girl’s eyes. Great, Carly had been with the kids for less than fifteen minutes and already made one of them cry. If this was any indication of how the next two weeks were going to go, she should drive back to Portland International Airport and fly home before she really messed things up.

      “Come on, guys,” Jacob said. “You’re getting a new baby brother or sister next week. Your aunt is here for Christmas. That’s plenty to celebrate.”

      With a frown, Austin stared at Jake. “But you kissed her. I saw you. You have to get married. Those are the rules.”

      “I only kissed your Aunt Carly on her forehead, buddy. That’s what friends do.” He flashed her another one of those teasing, tempting grins. “Good friends.”

      Carly caught her breath.

      The gesture had been a little too friendly. As Jacob had comforted her in the living room, Carly had felt a security and a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in years. She’d forgotten everything and hadn’t wanted the moment to end. Thank goodness for Austin’s screech or she might have done something stupid like kiss Jacob herself. Not on the forehead, but on the lips.

      What was going on?

      She hadn’t wanted to kiss anyone in a while. Nor did she want to feel compelled to kiss anyone, especially someone who lived on the other side of the country. Okay, she’d once been curious about his kiss, but she’d been a girl then. Not a grown-up. Best to keep her distance from him while she was here.

      “So if you kiss a girl on the forehead you don’t have to marry them, but if you kiss them on the lips, you do?” Austin asked.

      Carly bit back a sigh. “Sammy Ross might think you have to marry the person you kiss, but that’s not how it really works.”

      “How does it work?” Kendall asked.

      Feeling like a preschool teacher suddenly taking on a sex education class full of randy teenagers, Carly looked at Jacob for help. He tipped his chair back, clearly content to wait for her response. The devil.

      “Well.” She wasn’t sure how to proceed, but catching a red-eye flight back East sure looked tempting. “First you meet someone you like, then you date, then you fall in love and then, once you know you’ll get along for a long time, you marry.”

      Talk about an abbreviated lesson on dating. Maybe she should have told them to ask their mother instead. But Jacob flashed her the thumbs-up sign. She must have done okay to warrant that or he might have simply been trying to make her feel better.

      “Where does the kissing come into it?” Kendall asked.

      Carly didn’t bother looking at Jacob this time. Hearing a nine-year-old ask about kissing would probably paralyze any single guy. “Kissing can happen at any of those steps, but that’s something you do when you’re older.”

      “Much older.” Jacob told Kendall. Funny, he sounded more like a dad than a bachelor.

      The girl’s gaze darted between Carly and Jacob. “But you two could still get married. Then I could be a flower girl.”

      “We can’t get married,” Carly said. “We’re…friends.”

      “Shouldn’t you be friends with the person you marry?” Kendall asked.

      The girl was too smart for her own good. Carly needed to be more careful with what she said. “Of course, you should be friends, but Uncle Jake and I are…more like brother and sister.”

      Though that wasn’t really true. She’d never seen him as a brother. Growing up, she’d wanted him to be her boyfriend.

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