A Texas Holiday Miracle. Linda Warren

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      She had other important matters to take care of. For the first time, she’d become aware of how Emma brightened when Gabe was around. She’d formed a connection with him and Pepper.

      Their father had raised Emma. Mona had died six months after Emma’s birth. While Mona had been pregnant, the doctors had discovered cancer. Mona had refused any treatment until after the baby was born, but by then the aggressive cancer had spread. She hadn’t lasted long.

      Emma was more comfortable around men, and she’d somehow transferred that need for a father figure to Gabe. That was why Emma kept saying Gabe didn’t mean what he said. Another problem. Lacey had too many to deal with. She’d tackle the most pressing first.

      “Mr. Gabe brought our tree in,” Emma said, her eyes bright. It didn’t escape Lacey that Emma had said our. Maybe Lacey was winning her over.

      She knelt in front of Emma, who sat on the sofa. “Why did you disobey me again? You’re not supposed to go into Gabe’s yard.”

      Emma twisted her hands. “I forgot and I wanted to see what he was doing.”

      “Emma...”

      “Really. I forgot.”

      Lacey had a feeling she was fighting a losing battle about Gabe and his privacy, so she decided to tackle another problem. “What did the little girl at the tree lot say to you?”

      Emma looked down at her hands. “She said hi.”

      “Then why did you kick at her?”

      “’Cause I don’t like her.”

      “Why? She seemed real nice and she was there with her daddy....” Lacey’s voice trailed off as something occurred to her. “You don’t like her because she has a daddy and you don’t.”

      From the shattered look in Emma’s eyes, Lacey knew she was right. She wanted to stand up and do a jig. She’d gotten it right. Maybe parenting didn’t come through the birth canal. Maybe it was trial and error.

      She sat next to Emma. “You have a father, and he loved you more than life itself. You do know that, don’t you?”

      “But he’s not here.” The little voice wavered. “Why did my daddy have to go?”

      Lacey gathered her into her arms. “I don’t know, sweetie. I wish I had an answer that would make you feel better, but I don’t. Sometimes bad things happen in life, and we have to adjust and go on. That’s what Daddy wanted for you, and you promised him you wouldn’t be sad.”

      “I miss Daddy,” Emma cried.

      “I do, too.” Lacey held her sister and hoped by talking she could ease some of her pain. “Close your eyes.”

      “Why?”

      “Just do it.”

      Emma scrunched her eyes together.

      “Now, can you see Daddy? Try to see him.”

      “I can. I can see Daddy.”

      Lacey held her tighter. “Is he smiling?”

      “Yes. He’s smiling at me.” Emma’s voice grew excited.

      “When you’re feeling lonely and when you think other children have a daddy and you don’t, just close your eyes and your daddy is right there. Always. And I’m right here. Always.”

      Emma leaned away. “Are you mad at me?” It was Emma’s stock question when she’d done something wrong.

      Lacey kissed her forehead. “No, sweetie. I’m not mad at you. But the next time that little girl says hi to you, I want you to say hi back. I do not want you kicking at anyone. Understand?”

      Emma nodded.

      “I’ll call Sharon and see if Jimmy can come over and play for a while.”

      Emma jumped up. “Oh, boy! I’ll get my Legos out.”

      And just like that the morning turned around. For the time being.

      Jimmy came over. Lacey made them peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches for lunch, and then they returned to building stuff in the living room. As Lacey wiped the counter, she heard banging. And it was close. He wouldn’t!

      She ran outside and pushed on the gate, but it wouldn’t budge. She used her body and shoved with all her might, and still the gate wouldn’t move. Damn him! She wasn’t going to let Gabe get away with this.

      Back in the house, she hollered to the kids, “I’m going outside.”

      “’Kay,” Emma shouted back.

      Lacey went into the garage and found a hammer. Then she grabbed the kitchen stool that was still by the car and marched around to the fence between Gabe’s and their house. She stepped up on the ladder and then vaulted over. Misjudging the height, she landed on her butt. She was winded for a moment, but she still had the hammer in her hand.

      Getting to her feet, she took a long breath and marched to the gate. A large board was nailed across it. She tried to pry it away with the hammer, but she wasn’t strong enough. Damn! She kicked at the gate. Frustrated, she sank to the ground with her back against it.

      “What are you doing?”

      She looked up into the brooding eyes of the dark knight. Every time she looked at his sad face, she wanted to apologize or try to make him feel better, like she did Emma. But sometimes there was no way to make things better.

      She staggered to her feet. “I was trying to pry the board away, but you nailed it securely. I hope you’re happy.”

      Gabe just stared at her, his dark eyes orbs of never-ending sadness.

      “She’s a little girl and she doesn’t understand. And I don’t understand how you can be so cruel. How would you feel if someone had done this to your son?”

      He turned as white as the fluffy clouds over his head, and Lacey thought he was going to pass out. Still, she wasn’t in a relenting mood.

      “If it makes you happy to keep the gate closed and us out, then by all means leave it nailed up. One day you’re going to have to face the outside world and maybe even have to explain how you could hurt a six-year-old child. Your son would be so disappointed in you. Emma’s made a connection to you and Pepper, but I will do my damnedest to keep her away. So be happy, Mr. Gabe Garrison. You just secured your privacy.”

      After saying that, she marched back to the fence and realized there was no way to get over it without the stool, which was on the other side.

      Not willing to lose face, she stormed around his house and to the double gates on the other side. Stomping across his front yard, she realized she still had the hammer in her hand. What had she done? She’d СКАЧАТЬ