The Bachelor's Christmas Bride. Victoria Pade

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      Shannon rolled down the window. “It won’t start. There was no problem when I drove in. I stopped for two minutes and now it won’t start again.”

      “Pop the hood and let me take a look,” he suggested in a deep, deep voice.

      Shannon had no idea if her roadside service could provide a rescue all the way in Northbridge, so this seemed like the next best thing. She pulled the lever that unlocked the hood and then got out of the car to join Santa in front of it.

      He was tall. Of course he’d seemed tall compared to the kids who had surrounded him in the distance minutes earlier, but when Shannon stepped up beside him, she was surprised by just how tall he was—over six feet to her five-four. He was also much more massively muscled within that Santa suit than she’d realized.

      And she had no idea why she was taking note of things like that…

      He slipped his skates off his shoulder and set them on the ground. Then he found the latch that still held down the hood, released it and raised the heavy front cover of her car to expose the engine.

      Shannon looked at it along with him even though she didn’t have the foggiest idea what they were looking for.

      “Your battery is new so it isn’t that, and a jump won’t get you going.”

      Oh, the wicked places her mind wandered to when he said that!

      And again, she didn’t know why. She didn’t ordinarily have sex on the brain.

      Silently scolding herself, she curbed her thoughts just as he said, “Let me try a couple of things. Get back in and turn it on when I holler for you to.”

      Shannon did as she was told but after several more attempts to get the engine to start whenever Santa told her to turn the key, it just didn’t happen.

      “I think you have something more going on than I can fix,” he finally called to her.

      Stepping out from behind the hood, he bent over, scooped up as much snow as he could and used it to clean his hands.

      Shannon got out of the car and handed him several tissues she’d taken from her glove box.

      “Well, thanks for trying,” she said as he took the tissues to dry his hands. She nodded toward Main Street. “I saw a gas station up there—do you know if they have a mechanic?”

      “Absolutely. The best—and only—one around here. I can give him a call for you, have him come down and take a look. He has a tow truck, too, if he needs to take it back to the station.”

      Shannon checked the time on her cell phone. The closing on her grandmother’s property was in little more than an hour.

      “I guess that would be good,” she said tentatively. “Do you think the mechanic could come right down? I’m kind of in a hurry to get somewhere….”

      “Even if he can’t, you can just leave the keys under the seat and Roy—he’s the mechanic—will take care of it. And if you need a lift somewhere, I can probably get you there.”

      Nice eyes or not, she wasn’t getting into a car with a complete stranger.

      “Thanks, but I can call my brother—”

      “Who’s your brother? It’s a small town, I probably know him.”

      “Chase Mackey?”

      “Shannon? Are you Shannon Duffy?” Santa asked.

      “I am. How—”

      “I’m Dag McKendrick—I’m the one you sold the farm to. Chase’s partner, Logan, is my half brother.”

      The local Realtor had handled the sale. Shannon knew the name of her buyer, and that there was a family connection with her brother’s partner, but they’d never met.

      “Wow, this is a small town,” she said, thinking about the coincidence.

      “And I’m staying at Logan’s place until I finish remodeling your grandmother’s house. You’re set to stay in the apartment above Logan’s garage, right? So that must be where you’re headed.”

      “Right.”

      “So we can call Roy and have him take a look at your car while you just go home with me.”

      Oh.

      He made that sound as if everything had worked out perfectly. But Shannon still couldn’t help being uncomfortable with the thought of taking everything this man said at face value and totally trusting him.

      “Uhh… thanks, but—”

      “Come on, it’s fine. I even have candy….” he cajoled, taking a tiny candy cane from his pocket.

      “You’re a stranger masquerading as Santa Claus trying to lure me into a car with candy?” she said.

      He laughed and while it wasn’t a Santa-like ho-ho-ho, it was a great laugh.

      “I guess that does sound bad, doesn’t it?” he admitted. “Okay, how about this…”

      He reached into one of the skates that he’d again slung over his shoulder and pulled out a wallet.

      “Look—I’ll prove who I am,” he said, showing her his driver’s license.

      Shannon took a close look at it, particularly at the picture. For the kind of photograph that had a reputation for being notoriously bad, his was the exception. Not only were those eyes remarkable, but so was the rest of his face.

      Roller-coaster-shaped lips. A slightly long, not-too-thin, not-too-thick nose that suited him. The shadow of a beard even though he was clean shaven, accentuating a sharp jawline and a squarish chin that dented upward in the center ever so alluringly.

      And his hair—like the full eyebrows she could see for herself—was the color of espresso. It was so dark a brown it was just one shade shy of black, and he wore it short on the sides, a little long on top and disheveled to perfection.

      And yes, the name on the license was, indeed, Daegal Pierson McKendrick.

      “Daegal?” Shannon said as she read the unusual name.

      “My mother had visions of glory. She thought it sounded European and sophisticated. My sisters are Isadora, Theodora and Zeli. But you can see that I am who I say I am. And in an hour and a half we’ll be sitting across a table at the bank for the closing on your grandmother’s property. Plus, tonight we’re having a family dinner together, and we’ll actually be living within spitting distance of each other even when we aren’t together. I think you can risk a five-minute ride in my car.”

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