The Maverick's Christmas Baby. Victoria Pade

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      “Busy and not much in the mood,” Dallas confessed, quietly enough for the boys not to be able to hear.

      “Scrooge,” she teased him the same way.

      “I’m not usually,” he admitted, his voice still low and echoing with sorrow. “But this year...I don’t know. It’s felt all year like this family has been left sort of in shreds and I’m not quite sure how to sew it back together again. Or if I’m even up to it.”

      “Kids need their holidays kept, no matter what,” Nina insisted.

      But she couldn’t be too hard on him, considering that this was the anniversary of the end of his marriage and it couldn’t be an easy time for him.

      So rather than criticizing any more, she decided to fall back on the reason she’d contacted him in the first place.

      “I called because I wanted to thank you again for helping me on Wednesday,” she said, setting her own cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table and breaking off a section of a bell-shaped cookie. “I also wanted to apologize for the way my family treated you at the hospital.”

      “I’m sure they were worried and upset about you and the baby—”

      Robbie overheard that and perked up to look at them over his shoulder. “You’re gonna have a baby? I thought you just liked beer.”

      Confused, Nina looked from the youngest Traub to Dallas and found Dallas grimacing. “We met an old friend of mine earlier today. He was a lot heavier than the last time I saw him and I razzed him about his beer belly.”

      “Ah...” Nina said.

      “But you,” Dallas went on in a hurry, obviously doing damage control. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve gained an ounce anywhere but baby—you really look...well, beautiful...”

      It sounded as if he genuinely meant that—not like the gratuitous things that often came with people talking about her pregnancy. And that, too, pleased Nina. And when their eyes met once again, when she really could see that he didn’t find anything about her condition off-putting at all, and when Nina had the feeling that there was suddenly no one else in the world but the two of them, it made her all warm inside.

      But there were other people in the world, in the room, in fact. His kids.

      And just then Ryder said, “I need to get to Tyler’s.”

      Dallas seemed to draw up short, as if he, too, had been lost in that moment between them and was jolted out of it by his eldest son’s reminder.

      “His friend Tyler is having a sleepover,” Dallas explained. “And I still need to pick up a few things downstairs—our houses and the main barns were spared by the flood but some of the outbuildings and lean-tos had some damage. I thought we’d fixed everything but the blizzard showed us more weak spots, and I came for some lumber and some nails.” He paused, smiled slyly, then said, “And I figured if I came here rather than going to Kalispell I’d get the chance to ask how you’re doing...”

      “I’m doing fabulously,” she answered as if he’d asked her.

      The sly smile widened to a grin that lit up his handsome face.

      “I told Tyler I’d be at his house by now,” Ryder persisted.

      Dallas rolled his eyes but allowed his attention to be dragged away. “Okay, cups to the kitchen,” he ordered in a tone that sounded reluctant.

      “I’ll take care of it,” Nina said.

      “Not a chance.” Dallas overruled her, even cleaning up after her by taking her hot chocolate mug, too, and leaving her to merely follow behind them all with the cookie plate.

      Once the cups were rinsed and in the sink, and coats were replaced, Nina went with them to the apartment door, opening it for them.

      The boys immediately went out and headed for the stairs.

      “Wait for me right there,” Dallas warned as he lingered with Nina.

      Then he glanced at her again with the same look in his blue eyes that had been there when he’d told her she was beautiful. “I’m really glad to see that you’re okay. Better than okay.”

      “It’s all thanks to you,” she told him.

      He flashed that one-sided smile again. “All me, huh? Doctors, the hospital—none of that had anything to do with it?”

      “They just did the checkup. It was you who got me through the worst. And then took heat from my family for it.”

      “Just happy to help,” he said as if he meant that, too.

      “I owe you....”

      “Nah. You don’t owe me anything.”

      Nina merely smiled. “I’m glad you came up today.”

      “Me, too.”

      “Dad!” Ryder chastised from the top of the stairs.

      “In a minute,” Dallas said without taking his eyes off Nina. He was clearly reluctant to leave. “Guess I better go. Take care of yourself. And that baby,” he advised.

      “I will,” she agreed.

      Then he had no choice but to go, and Nina leaned out of her apartment door so she could watch him join his sons, so she could watch the four of them descend the steps.

      And all the while she was still smiling to herself.

      Because she’d thought of a much, much better thank-you gift than a fruit basket.

      A gift that would put her in the company of Dallas Traub one more time.

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