Beneath the Mistletoe: Make-Believe Mistletoe / Christmas Bonus, Strings Attached. GINA WILKINS

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СКАЧАТЬ he promised that he would play whatever they would like to hear. Lucy was amused to see the faintest tint of pink beneath his bushy beard.

      Knowing it took a bit more persistence to get Joan to talk about herself, Lucy turned her attention to the other woman. “You said you live in Mayflower, Joan. Do you work there?”

      “No, I work at a bank in Conway. It’s less than fifteen miles from my house, so I don’t have far to commute.”

      “My mom’s a loan officer.” Tricia looked proud of herself for knowing the title.

      “Think she could lend me a dollar?” Bobby Ray asked with a grin.

      Tricia nodded seriously. “But you would have to pay her back.”

      “With interest,” Tyler added, proving that he, too, was knowledgeable about his mother’s career. “Like seventy-five cents, maybe.”

      “Whew, that’s high interest,” Bobby Ray said, grinning at Joan.

      She smiled tentatively back at him. “The rates aren’t quite that high.”

      “Glad to hear it.”

      Probably uncomfortable at being the center of attention, Joan turned to Lucy. “I don’t think you’ve told us what you do, Lucy.”

      “I’m an assistant professor of mathematics at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway. I just finished my first semester there, and I enjoyed it immensely.”

      For some reason everyone at the table, with the exception of the children, perhaps, looked surprised by her reply.

      “You’re a math professor?” Bobby Ray asked after a moment. “You seem awfully young for that.”

      “I’ll be twenty-eight soon. I was always in a hurry to finish the next stage of my education, so I earned my bachelor’s degree by the time I was twenty and my Ph. D. when I was twenty-five. This is what I was anxious to do—teach in a university setting.”

      “You’re a doctor!” Miss Annie said. “Isn’t that something.”

      “You must have students who aren’t much younger than you are,” Pop commented.

      “I have several who are older than I am,” Lucy replied. She glanced at Banner, who was studying her closely again, and she couldn’t begin to read his thoughts.

      She didn’t think her profession merited quite the amazement the others had shown, but she did wonder if he was as surprised as they were. She was used to people being startled upon hearing her profession, of course. She knew she looked younger than she was, and she was aware that she didn’t fit any particular stereotypes of a mathematician or a professor.

      As far as she was concerned, her career was no different than truck driver or loan officer or woodworker—she had simply found a way to support herself doing something she enjoyed.

      So what did Banner think about her career? And why should it matter to her, anyway?

      She started to say something to him—she wasn’t sure what it would have been—but he turned away, reaching for Tricia’s empty plate, which he stacked with his own. “Anyone want dessert?” he asked. “The ice cream is melted, I’m afraid, but I have some thaw-and-serve carrot cake that should be ready to eat.”

      “I like carrot cake,” Tricia told him eagerly. “Can I have the little frosting carrot on the top?”

      “Tricia,” her long-suffering mother admonished. “Take what you are served.”

      Bobby Ray was chuckling again, Lucy noted in satisfaction. He seemed quite taken with the kids, which boded well for Lucy’s matchmaking scheme.

      If only there was someone as interesting to go on her prospect list, she thought with a silent sigh. And then found her eyes turning to Banner again as he served a slice of carrot cake topped with a bright orange frosting carrot to little Tricia.

      Chapter Six

      As promised, Bobby Ray played his guitar again after dinner. Miss Annie was back in the rocker and Pop was in the big recliner now. Bobby Ray sat on one end of the couch with Joan at the other end. The children and the dog were on the floor in front of the fire.

      Lucy sat in the striped wing chair. She’d half expected Banner to pull his dining room chair close to her side, as he had before, but instead he’d placed it just inside the doorway, where he could watch without really being a part of the group.

      She tried a time or two to catch his eye, to share a smile, but he seemed to avoid looking at her. Or was she simply imagining that? She couldn’t think of anything she might have done to annoy him.

      The evening passed slowly, but pleasantly. Pop sang for them again, urging the children to join him. Miss Annie asked if anyone would like to hear her read the Christmas story from her battered, well-used Bible. “I used to read it every Christmas Eve for my children,” she added with a nostalgic sigh. “I would’ve read it for my great-grandchildren tonight.”

      Everyone, of course, assured her that they would be delighted to have her read to them. She held the Bible close to her faded eyes, and her hands shook a bit, but her voice was strong as she began, “And it came to pass…”

      Lucy had a lump in her throat by the time the elderly woman finished the reading. She saw Joan surreptitiously wipe a tear. Even the children had been spellbound. Bobby Ray cleared his throat, and Pop leaned over to kiss his wife’s cheek, which only made the lump in Lucy’s throat grow bigger.

      From her sprawled position on the floor, Tricia sighed. “That was pretty, Miss Annie.”

      “Thank you, sugar pie.”

      “Do you have a book with ‘The Night Before Christmas’ in it? My grandmother promised to read that to me tonight.”

      “I’m afraid I don’t have that one.”

      The little girl looked disappointed. “We always hear it on Christmas Eve.”

      “Doesn’t matter,” Tyler muttered. “This isn’t like real Christmas Eve, anyway. We won’t even have Santa Claus tonight.”

      Banner shifted in his chair, drawing attention his way. “I could say the poem for you, Tricia, if you want me to,” he added in a mumble.

      Tricia sat up straighter. “You have the book?”

      “Well…no.”

      The child looked confused. “But you said you would read it to me.”

      “I said I would recite it for you,” he corrected, and Lucy thought he looked as though he regretted that he had ever spoken at all.

      “You have the poem memorized, Banner?” Pop asked encouragingly. “Is that what you mean?”

      “Um, yeah. I don’t know that I would win any awards for dramatic recitation, but I have a knack for memorization. I learned that poem when I was just a kid, and it has stayed with me ever since.”

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