Christmas 2011 Trio A. Кейт Хьюит

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      She shook her head.

      “All right,” he said. “Ms. Johnson suggested the two of us talk.”

      “Talk …” Julie straightened, not hiding her shock. The great Mr. Roy Fletcher was here to make peace.

      “This time I was the one out of line.” Apologies didn’t come naturally to this man; he seemed to have trouble saying the words.

      Julie stared into his eyes to see if she could judge his sincerity. As far as she could tell, he meant it. She smiled and offered him her hand. He took it, then smiled back—a smile that was warm and lazy and completely sexy.

      “Furthermore, I’m willing to make up for my rudeness,” he told her.

      “Really? And how do you intend to do that?”

      “Dinner?”

      “When?”

      He pulled a BlackBerry out of his pocket and looked up, meeting her eyes. “What about tonight?”

      Although tempted, Julie already had dinner in the Crock-Pot and test papers to grade. “Another night would be better.”

      He frowned, then suggested, “Friday? That works for me.”

      “Sorry, I’ve got a game.”

      “What sort of game?”

      “I’m the girls’ soccer coach.”

      “Oh.” He scrolled down his appointment calendar. “Saturday evening is free from seven o’clock on.”

      “Yes, but …” Julie paused. “Isn’t that the parade of ships?” This was one of her favorite Christmas traditions. Last year, she and her father had managed to get her mother down to the waterfront. It had been a highlight of the season for so many years, and she hated to miss it. Especially now, when the event held such a significant memory for her.

      Roy glanced up. “Yes, I believe Saturday night is the annual Christmas parade of ships.”

      “I don’t suppose you’d care to see that, would you?” she asked hesitantly.

      “Actually I would. I have a good view of Lake Washington if you’d like to see it from my condo.”

      “Dinner, too?”

      Grinning, he nodded.

      “Wonderful.” Julie was thrilled not only with the opportunity to view the boats festooned with their Christmas lights but to know Roy better. His coming here was encouraging. Then a thought sobered her. They continued to trip over the matter of that settlement again and again. “You have to agree to one thing first.”

      “Fine, let’s hear it.”

      She threw back her shoulders. “If you say a word about the settlement or mention money even once, I’m out of there.”

      He seemed about to argue. “If you insist,” he finally said.

      “I do.”

      “Then I guess I have to agree.”

      “Good.” She smiled and raised both hands, palms up. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

      “As a matter of fact,” he said with another grin, “it was.”

      Julie laughed, walking past him and into the house. She opened the front door and looked over her shoulder, silently inviting him inside. “I should ask my father to escort you from the house, just so you know how it feels.”

      “Yes, well—”

      “Never mind.” Her father sat in the living room reading the evening paper. He lowered it as Julie walked in, Roy Fletcher a few steps behind.

      “Dad, make Mr. Fletcher welcome while I shower, okay?”

      Her father’s eyes widened. “What’s this?”

      “We made peace,” Julie explained.

      Dean turned to Julie and then his employer. “Somehow, I knew you would.” He set his newspaper aside. “Do you play poker, Mr. Fletcher?”

      “Now and then. I might be a little rusty.”

      “Oh, that’s not a problem.” Her father rubbed his hands together and gave a stagy wink. “I’ll get a deck.”

       Thirteen

      Anne couldn’t stop smiling. Everything was working out so well between her son and Julie Wilcoff. With Eleanor Johnson, Roy’s assistant, feeding her information, Anne had learned that he’d gone to Julie’s yesterday afternoon—even though he’d thrown her out of his office. Her son had actually sought out this delightful and strong-willed young woman.

      That alone was enough to make Anne weak with joy, but then she’d found out that Roy had gone a step further and asked Julie for a date. He’d invited her to his home on Saturday! Ms. Johnson was busy contacting caterers. He was having Julie over for dinner, and then they were going to watch the Christmas parade of ships.

      This was almost more than Anne had dared to hope, the best early Christmas gift she could ever receive.

      Although Anne had only met Julie briefly, she’d taken an instant liking to the young woman. Julie wasn’t at all what she’d expected, although that didn’t matter. Julie was nearly as tall as her son and solidly built, but as Anne had learned a long time ago, it was character and not appearance that counted. Roy had fallen for a pretty face and an empty heart once, and he’d suffered the consequences. So had Anne….

      “Oh, my,” she murmured aloud, irritated with herself. Describing Julie as “solid” made her sound dumpy and unattractive, and nothing could be further from the truth. She just wasn’t Aimee, who was petite and blond and delicate. Julie was none of those things, and that was all to the good. Besides, solid applied to her character, solid and direct, unlike Aimee’s wispy charm.

      Anne had spent a second day at the office, finishing her angels. Home now, her spirits soaring, she stood barefoot in the kitchen chopping vegetables for a huge salad when the phone rang. She automatically checked her caller ID and noticed the New York area code.

      It could only be Marta.

      “Hello,” Anne said, pleased to hear from her friend. The possibility that the angel painting might sell for an astronomical eight thousand dollars—or more—had set her heart racing with hope and excitement.

      “Anne, it’s Marta. How are you?”

      “Fabulous! It was so nice to see you. I’ve been feeling great ever since.”

      “I’m glad,” Marta said.

      “How are you?” Anne was concerned about her friend’s marital situation.

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