Call Me Mrs Miracle. Debbie Macomber

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      “It’s on me.”

      “No.” She shook her head again. “I can’t let you do that.”

      “You can and you will. If I hadn’t insisted on the carriage ride, you’d have been home by now.”

      She looked as if she wanted to argue more but changed her mind. “Then I’ll graciously accept and say thank-you. It’s been a magical evening.”

      Magical. The same word he’d used himself. He leaped down, helped her and Gabe out, then carried Gabe across the street. The doorman held the door for them.

      “Evening, Mr. Finley.”

      “Evening, George.”

      Holly followed him onto the elevator. When they reached the tenth floor and the doors glided open, he led the way down the hall to his apartment. He had to shift the boy in his arms to get his key in the lock.

      Once inside Holly looked around her, eyes wide. By New York standards, his apartment was huge. His father had lived in it for fifteen years before moving to a different place. This apartment had suited Jake, so he’d taken it over.

      “I see you’re like me. I haven’t had time to decorate for Christmas, either,” she finally said. “I was so late getting the office done that I had to come in on a Saturday to do it.”

      “I don’t decorate for the holidays,” he said without explaining the reasons. He knew he probably sounded a little brusque; he hadn’t meant to.

      “I suppose you get enough of that working for the store.”

      He nodded, again avoiding an explanation. He laid a sleeping Gabe on the sofa.

      “I’ll see how long we’ll have to wait for a car,” he said. The number was on speed dial; he used it often, since he didn’t own a car himself. In midtown Manhattan car ownership could be more of a liability than a benefit. He watched Holly walk over to the picture window and gaze outside. Apparently she found the scene as mesmerizing as he had earlier. Although he made every effort to ignore Christmas, it stared back at him from the street, the city, the park. New York was always intensely alive but never more so than in December.

      The call connected with the dispatcher. “How may I help you?”

      Jake identified himself and gave his account number and address, and was assured a car would be there in fifteen minutes.

      “I’ll ride with you,” Jake told her when he’d hung up the phone.

      His offer appeared to surprise her. “You don’t need to do that.”

      “True, but I’d like to,” he said with a smile.

      She smiled shyly back. “I’d like it, too.” Walking away from the window, she sighed. “I don’t understand why, but I feel like I’ve known you for ages.”

      “I feel the same way.”

      “Was it only yesterday morning that you paid for my latte?”

      “You were a damsel in distress.”

      “And you were my knight in shining armor,” she said warmly. “You’re still in character this evening.”

      He sensed that she wanted to change the subject because she turned away from him, resting her gaze on something across the room. “You know, you have the ideal spot for a Christmas tree in that corner,” she said.

      “I haven’t celebrated Christmas in more than twenty years,” Jake blurted out, shocking himself even more than Holly.

      “I beg your pardon?”

      Jake went back into the kitchen and found that his throat had gone dry and his hands sweaty. He never talked about his mother and sister. Not with anyone. Including his father.

      “You don’t believe in Christmas?” she asked, trailing after him. “What about Hanukkah?”

      “Neither.” He’d dug himself into a hole and the only way out was to explain. “My mother and sister were killed on Christmas Eve twenty-one years ago. A freak car accident that happened in the middle of a snowstorm, when two taxis collided.”

      “Oh, Jake. I’m so sorry.”

      “Dad and I agreed to forget about Christmas from that point forward.”

      Holly moved to his side. She didn’t say a word and he was grateful. When people learned of the tragedy—almost always from someone other than him—they rarely knew what to say or how to react. It was an uncomfortable situation and still painful; he usually mumbled some remark about how long ago the accident had been and then tried to put it out of his mind. But he couldn’t, any more than his father could.

      Holly slid her arms around him and simply laid her head against his chest. For a moment, Jake stood unmoving as she held him. Then he placed his own arms around her. It felt as though she was an anchor, securing him in an unsteady sea. He needed her. Wanted her. Before he fully realized what he was doing, he lifted her head and lowered his mouth to hers.

      The kiss was filled with urgency and need. She slipped her arms around his neck, and her touch had a powerful effect on him.

      He tangled his fingers in her dark shoulder-length hair and brought his mouth to hers a second time. Soon they were so involved in each other that it took him far longer than it should to hear the ringing of his phone.

      He broke away in order to answer; as he suspected, the car was downstairs, waiting. When he told Holly, she immediately put on her coat. Gabe continued to sleep as Jake scooped him up, holding the boy carefully in both arms.

      George opened the lobby door for them. Holly slid into the vehicle first, and then as Jake started to hand her the boy, he noticed a movement on the other side of the street.

      “Jake?” Holly called from the car. “Please, there’s no need for you to come. You’ve been so kind already.”

      “I want to see you safely home,” he said as he stared across the street. For just an instant—it must have been his imagination—he was sure he’d seen Emily Merkle, better known as Mrs. Miracle.

Six

      Forbidden fruit creates many jams.

      —Mrs. Miracle

      The phone rang just as Holly and Gabe walked into the apartment after church the next morning. For one wild second Holly thought it might be Jake.

      Or rather, hoped it was Jake.

      Although she’d been dead on her feet by the time they got to Brooklyn, she couldn’t sleep. She’d lain awake for hours, thinking about the kisses they’d shared, replaying every minute of their time together. All of this was so unexpected and yet so welcome. Jake was—

      “Hello,” she said, sounding breathless with anticipation.

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