Snowflakes and Silver Linings. Cara Colter

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      “Maybe you could model on the side,” Andrea said hopefully.

      “Why would I want to?” Casey asked. “Talk about dull. Good grief. Hours on hair—” well, okay, her hair took nearly that long, anyway “—and makeup? I’d expire of pure boredom.”

      “Men,” Andrea said knowingly. “You’d meet a zillion guys. How many do you meet in your dusty old lab?”

      No sense pointing out there was not a speck of dust anywhere in her lab!

      “And then,” Andrea continued dreamily, “you could meet the right one. Look at how much Emily loves being married. Renewing her vows! And Rick and I will probably have a spring wedding. If you could find the perfect guy, all our kids could grow up together here in the summers, the same as we did.”

      How quickly things could change! Just a few weeks ago Andrea had been as determined not to fall in love as Casey herself was. Her friend was no weakling, so Casey inadvertently shivered at how love could overpower the most sensible of plans.

      Emily shot Andrea a warning look that clearly said, Careful, Casey is recovering from a broken heart—last year’s Christmas crisis. Then she tactfully tried to guide the conversation in a different direction. “Anyway, the inn is for sale.”

      Andrea appeared pained for a minute, but then shrugged it off. “I don’t know. I’ve seen how Martin Johnson, the electrician, looks at Carol. I think he’s a man capable of restoring the Gingerbread Inn to its former glory. And it seems it would be a labor of love.”

      “Carol is resisting him,” Emily said. “I’m afraid I overheard a bit of a shouting match between them.”

      “Well, I’m going to help things along. I’ve already asked him to come and help with the lighting for the vow renewal, and he seemed very eager to say yes!”

      “Good for you,” Emily said, but doubtfully. “Honestly, while Cole and I were working things out we bonded over a few cosmetic repairs around the place, but every single thing we did has made us so aware of what else has to be done. Poor Carol, on her own, could not keep up. It may have deteriorated too badly to be saved.”

      They all sadly contemplated that.

      The Gingerbread Inn was special. It always had been, and there could never be a replacement in Casey’s heart. The walls held memories: laughter and love, families coming together. The ghosts of their younger selves played out there on the waters of Barrow’s Lake, swimming, canoeing, sunning themselves on the dock, playing volleyball on the beach.

      There would never be another place like the Gingerbread Inn. It was a refuge of simplicity in a complicated world.

      “We could find a different place to spend family summers together,” Andrea suggested tentatively. “Wherever it is, or whatever it is, the three of us will be there with our soul mates. I think that’s what Melissa would have wanted us to learn. That this is what is important. Love. And I hope someday it will include all our babies. Babies who will grow into toddlers as love deepens all around us. Rick and I plan to adopt someday. Tessa would love a little brother or sister.”

      Tessa was the six-year-old who would become Andrea’s stepdaughter. She was hands down the most adorable little girl on the planet.

      “It’s what I want for this baby, too,” Emily said tenderly.

      That old feeling of being the odd one out whispered along her spine, but Casey reminded herself she was not going to be that for long! But she was going to do things her way.

      For as happy as both Emily and Andrea were now, Casey had been a bridesmaid at both their weddings. How those beautiful days had fuelled her longing for romance! But Andrea’s dreams had ended in a terrible tragedy on her honeymoon. And Casey had seen the cracks appear in Emily’s relationship almost before Emily had seen them herself.

      Oh, sure, Emily and Cole were like lovers again now, and Andrea was still in the over-the-moon stage with her new love, Rick, but it was too late for Casey to believe in love.

      The pain interwoven with the love in those relationships had just helped cement Casey’s resolve to wrestle her weakest point to the ground. And that wasn’t her hair, either!

      “Well, you girls can believe in fairy tales if you want. I’m done with that,” she announced.

      “I’ve been there,” Emily said sympathetically.

      “Me, too,” Andrea said. “But the old saying is true—it’s darkest just before the dawn.” Catching Emily’s warning look, she added, “Okay. Casey doesn’t have to be with someone. She could come by herself.”

      “Actually,” Casey said slowly, her heart beating hard, “I may not be by myself.”

      If she told them it was like committing. Like carving it in stone. And yet who better to share this gloriously happy decision with than her best friends?

      “What?” Andrea squealed. “Have you met someone new? Why did you let me prattle on about your dusty lab if you have? I’m so happy for you! Really, a year is quite long enough to recover from a rascal like Sebastian. I told you when I saw you earlier this month that eventually you would see your breakup as a blessing. And I am a testament to the fact that things can turn around in an absolute blink.”

      It had been a year, almost exactly, since the rather humiliating disintegration of her relationship. Only these two women knew all the details: how a coworker had tipped her off that her fiancé, Sebastian, was seeing another woman, only days before they were going to make a Christmas announcement of their engagement!

      “I haven’t exactly met someone,” Casey said cautiously, suddenly feeling vulnerable about saying it out loud.

      “What is going on, Casey?” Andrea asked. “You asked me to join you here earlier in the month because you were down, but now you look great. So who is he?”

      “It’s not a he. I’ve made a decision to give myself the most amazing gift.”

      “What?” her friends asked in unison.

      “I’m going to have a baby. I’m going to start investigating third-party reproduction and cryobanks right after the holidays are over.”

      Her friends looked stunned. “Cryo what?” Emily asked weakly.

      “You mean you’re going to raise a child by yourself?” Andrea finally asked.

      “Why not? I’m well established. I’m financially able to afford the procedures. I’m ready. I think, on my own, I could provide as stable a family as most I’ve seen.”

      “That seems very scientific,” Emily ventured. “Procedure as a way to make a baby?”

      “I am a scientist!” And really, science had given her far more than her family ever had. “I’m done with romantic love. I’m saving all my love for my baby.”

      Her friends were very quiet.

      “Hey,” Casey said, trying for humor, when she was really disappointed they weren’t more supportive of her decision. “You’re СКАЧАТЬ