Leanne Burroughs
Praise for more
Highland Press Books!
THE CRYSTAL HEART by Katherine Deauxville brims with ribald humor and authentic
historical detail. Enjoy!
~ Virginia Henley
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THE SENSE OF HONOR by Ashley Kath-Bilsky has written an historical romance of the highest caliber. This reviewer was fesseled to the pages, fell in love with the hero and was cheering for the heroine all the way through. The plot is exciting and moves along at a good pace. The characters are multi-dimensional and the secondary characters bring life to the story. Sexual tension rages through this story and Ms. Kath-Bilsky gives her readers a breath-taking romance. The love scenes are sensual and very romantic. This reviewer was very pleased with how the author handled all the secrets. Sometimes it can be very frustrating for the reader when secrets keep tearing the main characters apart, but in this case, those secrets seem to bring them more together and both characters reacted very maturely when the secrets finally came to light. This reviewer is hoping that this very talented author will have another book out very soon.
~ Valerie, Love Romances
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FAERY SPECIAL ROMANCES - Brilliantly magical! Ms. Rogers' special brand of humor and imagination will have you believing in faeries from
page one. Absolutely enchanting!
- Dawn Thompson, Author of The Ravencliff Bride
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REBEL HEART by Jannine Corti-Petska - Ms. Petska does an excellent job of all aspects of sharing this book with us. Ms. Petska used a myriad of emotions to tell this story and the reader (me) quickly becomes entranced in the ways Courtney’s stubborn attitude works to her advantage in surviving this disastrous beginning to her new life. Ms. Petska’s writings demand attention; she draws the reader to quickly become involved in this passionate story. This is a wonderful rendition of a different type which is a welcome addition to the historical romance genre. I believe that you will enjoy this story; I know I did!
~ Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio
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IN SUNSHINE OR IN SHADOW by Cynthia Owens - If you adore the stormy heroes of ‘Wuthering Heights’ and ‘Jane Eyre’ (and who doesn't?) you'll be entranced by Owens' passionate story of Ireland after the Great Famine, and David Burke - a man from America with a hidden past and a secret name. Only one woman, the fiery, luscious Siobhan, can unlock the bonds that imprison him. Highly recommended for those who love classic romance and an
action-packed story.
~ Best Selling Author, Maggie Davis,
AKA Katherine Deauxville
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INTO THE WOODS by R.R. Smythe - This Young Adult Fantasy will send chills down your spine. I, as the reader, followed Callum and witnessed everything he and his friends went through as they attempted to decipher the messages. At the same time, I watched Callum's mother, Ellsbeth, as she walked through the Netherwood. Each time Callum deciphered one of the four messages, some villagers awakened. Through the eyes of Ellsbeth, I saw the other sleepers wander, make mistakes, and be released from the Netherwood, leaving Ellsbeth alone. There is one thread left dangling, but do not fret. This IS a stand alone book. But that thread gives me hope that another book about the Netherwoods may someday come to pass. Excellent reading for any age of fantasy fans!
~ Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews
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ALMOST TAKEN by Isabel Mere is a very passionate historical romance that takes the reader on an exciting adventure. The compelling characters of Deran Morissey, the Earl of Atherton, and Ava Fychon, a young woman from Wales, find themselves drawn together as they search for her missing siblings.
Readers will watch in interest as they fall in love and overcome obstacles. They will thrill in the passion and hope that they find happiness together. This is a very sensual romance that wins the heart of the readers.
This is a creative and fast moving storyline that will enthrall readers. The character’s personalities will fascinate readers and win their concern. Ava, who is highly spirited and stubborn, will win the respect of the readers for her courage and determination. Deran, who is rumored in the beginning to be an ice king, not caring about anyone, will prove how wrong people’s perceptions can be. Almost Taken by Isabel Mere is an emotionally moving historical romance that I highly recommend to the readers.
~ Anita, The Romance Studio
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RECIPE FOR LOVE - I don't think the reader will find a better compilation of mouth watering short romantic love stories than in RECIPE FOR LOVE! This is a highly recommended volume – perfect for beaches, doctor's offices, or anywhere you've a few
minutes to read.
~ Marilyn Rondeau, Reviewers
International Organization
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Christmas is a magical time and twelve talented authors answer the question of what happens when CHRISTMAS WISHES come true in this
incredible anthology.
Christmas Wishes shows just how phenomenal a themed anthology can be. Each of these highly skilled authors brings a slightly different perspective to the Christmas theme to create a book that is sure to leave readers satisfied. What a joy to read such splendid stories! This reviewer looks forward to more anthologies by Highland Press as the quality is simply astonishing.
~ Debbie, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
(*One story in this anthology was nominated for the
Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence*)
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HOLIDAY IN THE HEART - Twelve stories that would put even Scrooge into the Christmas spirit. It does not matter what type of romance genre you prefer. This book has a little bit of everything. The stories are set in the U.S.A. and Europe. Some take place in the past, some in the present, and one story takes place in both! I strongly suggest that you put on something comfortable, brew up something hot (tea, coffee or cocoa will do), light up a fire, settle down somewhere quiet and begin reading this anthology.
~ Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews
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BLUE
MOON MAGIC
is an enchanting collection of short stories. Each author wrote with
the same theme in mind but each story has its own uniqueness. You
should have no problem finding a tale to suit your mood. BLUE
MOON MAGIC
offers historicals, contemporaries, time travel, paranormal, and
futuristic narratives to tempt your heart.
Legend
says that if you wish with all your heart upon the rare blue moon,
your wishes were sure to come true. Each of the heroines discovers
this magical fact. True love is out there if you just believe in it.
In some of the stories, love happens in the most unusual ways. Angels
may help, ancient spells may be broken, anything can happen. Even
vampires will find their perfect mate with the power of the blue
moon. Not every heroine believes they are wishing for love, some are
just looking for answers to their problems or nagging questions. Fate
seems to think the solution is finding the one who makes their heart
sing.
BLUE MOON MAGIC is a perfect read for late at night or even during your commute to work. The short yet sweet stories are a wonderful way to spend a few minutes. If you do not have the time to finish a full-length novel, but hate stopping in the middle of a loving tale, I highly recommend grabbing this book.
~ Kim Swiderski, Writers Unlimited Reviewer
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Legend has it that a blue moon is enchanted. What happens when fifteen talented authors utilize this theme to create enthralling stories of love?
BLUE MOON ENCHANTMENT is a wonderful, themed anthology filled with phenomenal stories by fifteen extraordinarily talented authors. Readers will find a wide variety of time periods and styles showcased in this superb anthology. BLUE MOON ENCHANTMENT is sure to offer a little bit of something for everyone!
~ Debbie, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
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NO
LAW AGAINST
LOVE
- If you have ever found yourself rolling your eyes at some of the
more stupid laws, then you are going to adore this novel. Over
twenty-five stories fill up this anthology, each one dealing with at
least one stupid or outdated law. Let me give you an example: In
Florida, USA, there is a law that states "If an elephant is left
tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it
would for a vehicle." In Great Britain, "A license is
required to keep a lunatic." Yes, you read those correctly. No
matter how many times you go back and reread them, the words will
remain the same. Those two laws are still legal. The tales vary in
time and place. Some take place in the present, in the past, in the
USA, in England... in other words, there is something for everyone!
Best yet, profits from the sales of this novel go to breast cancer
prevention.
A
stellar anthology that had me laughing, sighing in pleasure,
believing in magic, and left me begging for more! Will there be a
second anthology someday? I sure hope so! This is one novel that will
go directly to my ‘Keeper’ shelf, to be read over and over again.
Very highly recommended!
~ Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews
Christmas
Wishes
Highland Press Publishing
Christmas Wishes
An Original Publication of Highland Press Publishing
Cover illustration copyright © 2006 Deborah MacGillivray
Each story copywrited to the individual author
Printed and bound in the United States of America. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the Web-without permission in writing from the publisher.
For information, please contact Highland Press,
PO Box 2292, High Springs, FL 32655.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names, save actual historical figures. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.
ISBN: 0-9746249-1-8
PUBLISHED BY HIGHLAND PRESS
A Wee Dram Book
To those who love the magic and beauty of Christmas.
And to everyone who believes in and loves Christmas and all that special day stands for.
Table of Contents
Christmas at Home…………… Leanne Burroughs……… 15
The Christmas Store…………. Ann Marie Bradley……… 41
Love’s Eternal Hope………….. Amber Dawn Bell……….. 58
Operation Family……..………. Billie Warren Chai…..…. 74
The Gift of You…………………. Kimberly Ivey..…………… 90
The Patient Gift………………... Patty Howell..…………… 127
In Time for Christmas..……… Cheryl Alldredge..……… 149
Once Upon a Snowflake……… Shelli Stevens…………… 171
Joy’s Christmas Wishes……… Gerri Bowen..…………… 191
Miracles and Mistletoe…….…. Kimberly Grant.………… 211
The Christmas Wish.…………. Rebecca Andrews……… 231
All I Want for Christmas is DeborahAnne
A Hula Hoop…and a Mother.. MacGillivray……………. 253
Christmas at Home
Leanne Burroughs
“Mommy, stop. Please stop!”
Allison stopped walking as her five-year-old daughter, Becca, tugged on her coat sleeve.
“What is it, sweetheart? We have to hurry or the store will close before we get there.” They didn’t have many ration coupons left, but this was a special occasion.
“But, Mommy, look at the music box in that window. It looks just like the RCA Victor Victrola you said my daddy bought you. And look at that dolly, Mommy. Oh, please, please can I have her?”
She peered into the window. Yes, the music box was a miniature version of the one Albert had bought her for a wedding present. He’d known how very much she loved music. Pain gripped Allison’s heart seeing the doll resembled Becca—cornflower blue eyes and blonde hair that refused to stay neatly combed. More each day, her daughter reminded her of Albert.
How could she explain—again—that she had no money for things like dollies and toys? Since Albert had joined the RAF, and not the home troops, she received no widow’s pension from good old Uncle Sam. Sometimes they barely had enough for food. Sadly, Becca was too young to understand.
“Not today, sweetheart. I’ve saved our ration coupons to get sugar for your birthday cake.” Gently putting her arm around her daughter’s tiny shoulders, she urged her away from the tempting window. Bracing against the cold wind, they hurried down the street and through the door to the general store.
Inside the general store, radiant heat from the cast iron stove enveloped those who entered. “It’s warm in here, Mommy. Not like our apartment.”
Her daughter’s innocent observation weighed on Allison’s heart. Heating was another thing they had to ration.
Becca carelessly pulled off her mittens and Allison quickly gathered them. There’d be no money to replace them if they were lost.
Stepping briskly through the grocery aisles, so as not to be tempted to buy something she couldn’t afford, she placed only necessary items in her hand basket.
Before heading back to the half of the building that housed the general store, Allison decided to check the butcher’s counter. She always enjoyed talking with the mild mannered man. “Good morning, Mr. Garner. Have you any breakfast bacon today?”
He smiled, but shook his head. “’Fraid not, Mrs. Monroe. Bacon’s still too hard to come by. We sold out of what little I had within an hour of opening the store.”
“I was afraid of that. I didn’t see any sugar on the shelves either. It’s the main thing I came in for today.” With a smile and a wave, Allison turned and hurried up the aisle, stopping in front of the Coca-Cola display. Allison knew she shouldn’t, but…she had promised Becca.
“Can we buy one today, Mommy? Please? You promised you’d get one on my birthday.”
Allison looked down at the hopeful look in her daughter’s eyes. For once she wasn’t going to say no. “I’m sure it’s all right to celebrate—just this once.”
A wide grin crossed her daughter’s face.
Flinging her arms around Allison’s legs, Becca beamed up at her. “You’re the best mommy in the world!”
A fist closed around Allison’s heart. Allison was doing the best she could, but it never felt as if it were enough. She’d do anything to protect Becca from the realities forced on them by the war.
Letting Becca hold the ice cold Coca-Cola, Allison hurried up the aisle while digging in her purse for her returnable bottle. Distracted by Becca’s happy chattering, she placed her meager items on the counter.
“This is all for today, Mr. Burgess. Becca and I are going to share a Coke for her birthday.” Allison started to place the deposit bottle on the counter, but drew it back. “Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I thought you were Mr. Burgess. He always tallies my order.”
The man smiled, stared at her like she’d surprised him.
She set the empty bottle on the counter. “I made sure to bring this in. I can’t afford to pay another huge deposit on a Coca-Cola bottle. This war is taking a nickel treat and turning it into a luxury.”
The man glanced at the bottle, then to her. His eyes met hers and her world shifted. What eyes! Azure blue like Lake Michigan on a summer day, they mesmerized her. Held her in sway. Only Becca tugging at her coat sleeve drew her back to the present.
“Mommy, can I have a candy?” Her eyes pleaded with Allison.
“I’m afraid not, sweetheart. We agreed we’d get the CocaCola. Maybe some other—”
“But Mommy, it’s my birthday!”
“Just your lucky day, little girl,” the man behind the counter said. “When we opened the shop today my father told me we were running a birthday special. He said I was supposed to give a penny candy to the prettiest little birthday girl who came in the shop.”
His eyes swept from Becca’s to Allison’s, daring her to belie his words.
“Oooooo, Mommy! Did you hear? The man said I could have one. Can I, Mommy? Can I please?”
The blue eyes that met hers when she looked back held a hint of humor.
“Of course, sweetheart. Tell the nice man which one you’d like.”
Shyly Becca asked, “May I have a Tootsie Roll?”
“You may have whichever one you want.”
“I want a Tootsie Roll.” She pursed her lips and said conspiratorially, “They’re chocolate, you know.”
The clerk laughed. “Yes, I knew that. Servicemen often carry Tootsie Rolls in their pockets since they won’t melt.”
“Mommy, did you hear? Soldiers like them, too. Did my daddy like them?”
Before Allison could answer, he handed Becca the prized candy. “Oh, Mommy, look! There’s two here.”
“Of course there is, little lady. The other one’s for the second prettiest lady to enter our store today.” His eyes never left Becca’s face. “Can you do me a favor and hold that one for your mommy until she gets home?”
Puffing up with importance, Becca put the candy carefully in her pocket. Removing the paper from her candy, she bit off one end and smiled.
Finally, the clerk’s eyes rose to meet Allison’s. “Now, let’s get the rest of these groceries ready for you, Mrs…”
“Monroe. Allison Monroe.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Monroe. I’m Ryan Burgess. My parents own this store.”
Allison frowned. “I’d heard their son was overseas.” She watched as he bent awkwardly to pick up the pencil he’d dropped. A cane rested by the counter.
“Been gone for several years. First, away at college, then I joined the war effort.” A short, bitter laugh escaped and his eyes darkened. “Thought sure the war would be over in a shot once I joined up. Didn’t quite happen that way.” He lifted the cane. “Came home with this instead.”
“I’m sorry you were injured, Mr. Burgess. I—”
“Ryan. My father’s Mr. Burgess.”
Allison moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I hate to bother you, but I didn’t see any sugar on the shelves. I know it’s difficult to get nowadays, but I’ve saved my ration coupon just for today. I’d hoped to bake Becca a small cake for her birthday.”
Ryan Burgess stared at her for the longest time, saying nothing. Then, slipping off the stool, he grabbed his cane and walked unsteadily to the family’s personal quarters, When he returned, he carried a small ball―a fist full of sugar―covered with wax paper, a bright pink bow tied at the top making it appear like a present.
His eyes met hers, but he said nothing. Merely placed the sugar with her groceries and completed her transaction.
Tears clogged her throat and she struggled to keep them back. “But…I can’t let you—”
Reaching for his cane he lifted her basket of groceries, slipped in two Tootsie Pops, and interrupted, “Can I carry these to your car for you?”
“I don’t have a car.”
His look said he understood—she couldn’t afford one. “Too many people are making sacrifices for the war effort these days. If it’s any consolation, men fighting overseas appreciate everything everyone is doing.” He hesitated, then blurted, “As I’m sure your husband’s already told you.”
Allison’s hand shot to her chest. Grief washed over her like the tide swept over the shore. Would this never get easier? Would the pain stab her heart every time she thought of Albert? Even after all this time? She turned to see Becca had wandered over to the toy counter and was absorbed in watching the small train going round and round.
“My h-husband is dead. He wrote me last November and told me he’d be home for Christmas. His Bomb Group flew over the Channel toward Germany on one of his final missions—and he never came home.” His plans—our life—came to a crashing end.
Her hand clasped to her mouth to stop her sob, Allison snatched the basket from Ryan, grasped Becca’s hand and rushed out of the store.
Two weeks later, Ryan stood at the tall racks in the nearby record store, flipping through the 78s, in hopes of finding a few songs. He particularly wanted either Swinging on a Star or I’ll Be Seeing You by Bing Crosby. He’d always loved music. Turning to look through the selection on the other side of the aisle, he lost his balance as a whirlwind of motion bumped into him.
“Oh, Mr. Ryan. Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. I was looking for Mommy.” A smile lit little Becca’s face at the sight of him.
Ryan grasped the counter to steady his balance. Kept his voice level to not let her see his pain. “Hello, little lady. It’s good to see you. Are you coming to our store later today? I’m on my lunch break now, but I’ll be back there shortly.”
Becca furrowed her brows. “You’re in the wrong store for lunch, Mr. Ryan. You can’t eat here. They only sell records.” She pointed toward the front door. “You should go to the deli-tessen across the street. They have food there.”
Ryan chuckled. “Right you are. I’m glad we ran into each other so you could make sure I went to the correct store.”
“Are you okay, Mr. Bur—Ryan? You look like you need to sit down.”
He glanced up and saw Allison watching him, her eyes on his tense, white knuckles.
“I almost knocked Mr. Ryan down, Mommy,” Becca said looking up at her mother. “Said I’m sorry. He isn’t mad at me.”
Allison frowned as she glanced from Ryan to her daughter. “Becca, how could you? I’ve told you not to run in stores. I—”
“I’m fine, Allison. Don’t fuss at the child. It was an accident.”
Allison inhaled sharply and looked at Ryan. “Did she hurt you?”
“No. Nothing happened, and she apologized. If we hadn’t run into each other I’d still be trying to find lunch in the record store.” He looked down at her daughter, then laughed at Allison’s confusion. “I told her I was on my lunch break and she politely informed me I wouldn’t find lunch here. That I had to go across the street to the deli.”
“If you’re sure you’re fine…”
Wanting to spend time with her, Ryan jumped at the opening she’d given him. “I think I do need to sit a spell. I planned to head over to the deli across the street. Would you…walk with me?”
After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. He held out his arm to escort her—more to support himself than he cared to admit—and they crossed the street to the deli.
Though her touch was light on his arm, he thought he could feel her warmth through his overcoat. He didn’t want that feeling to end. Before he could change his mind, he asked, “Have you and Becca had lunch?”
“No, but we—”
“Good, then you’ll both join me. My treat,” he added quickly.
After what had turned into a delightful lunch, they’d walked back to his family’s store. His eyes following her every move, Ryan watched Allison gather her few meager groceries. He’d enjoyed the brief time together. Wished he could see more of her, but accepted that wasn’t possible. Why would she want to be with him when other men—whole men—were around to court her? The thought of another man winning her affections made his stomach clench. He was selfish. He didn’t want her with another man. He wanted her with…him.
In the background, It’s Love, Love, Love by Guy Lombardo taunted him with what could never be.
Becca stood beside him nibbling her Tootsie Roll. He gave her candy whenever they’d come into the store—always on the pretext of some lame promotion. If only he had something he could give Alli to cheer her. Alli? When had he started thinking of her that way?
Then again, when wasn’t he thinking about her? She was one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen, though he doubted she realized it.
He wanted nothing more than to ask her out on a real date. Lunch today had been fine, but only made him hunger for more. Made him want what he couldn’t have.
Her husband had been a waist gunner. She’d told him the bittersweet story of how he’d enlisted in the Bomb Squad stationed in Nuthampstead, England, been a part of England’s RAF.
Ryan hadn’t told her yet that he was a pilot—or had been. He’d flown with America’s 8th Army Air Force. Now he was nothing, had nothing to offer anyone. Certainly not anyone as beautiful as Allison Monroe. She deserves someone whole.
But oh, how he wanted her.
People said these were the nation’s darkest days, but Ryan doubted they could be any darker than his thoughts. After all, what did he have to live for? He’d asked himself that question a million times since coming home.
He’d talked to numerous men while in and out of hospitals. All told him to put the past behind him. He’d tried. How could he with his leg as a daily reminder? When he wasn’t even man enough to walk without a stupid cane? When he barely kept his balance after a small child bumped into him?
He hated it! He wanted to take Allison for a long walk through the park. Watch the remainder of the autumn leaves fall to the ground. Or go to a nearby club. Wanted to put his arms around her and hold her close. Sway with her to the music.
He loved music. Hell! He couldn’t dance. Couldn’t even drive anywhere. Couldn’t do anything except help people in his father’s store. He didn’t need a hale, hearty body to take people’s money and ration coupons. It was all he was good for anymore.
Only, as he looked at Allison, he wanted more! The pain in his heart more than he could bear, he turned away.
Later that week, Ryan sat in a booth in the nearby soda shop. He needed a break. His body screamed like the dickens from standing in the store so long. The tinkling of the bell above the door drew his attention.
His heart soared—then plummeted. Allison and Rebecca Monroe entered the store.
Before her mother could stop her, Becca skipped over to him. “Guess what, Mr. Ryan? Mommy brought me for ice cream! She said I did reeeeeeeally good in school this week so I deserved a treat. I’m going to have chocolate. It’s my favorite. Mommy’s, too—isn’t it Mommy? What’s your favorite ice cream, Mr. Ryan?”
He smiled at Becca. Lord, how he’d have loved a child like her one day. Unfortunately, that day would never come. Not anymore.
Riffling her hair, he leaned forward and whispered, “I like chocolate, too, but my very favorite is butter pecan. But with the price farmers are getting for nuts these days, most stores can’t afford to order it.”
He smiled up at Allison as she moved forward to take Becca’s hand. “Hello, Alli.”
He’d startled her by his greeting. It showed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered.
“Hello, Ryan. It’s good to see you taking a break. You work too hard.”
He laughed. “This is coming from a second grade teacher? You’re telling me you don’t?”
A flush crept up her cheeks. “Well, I…no…it’s just that…”
Ryan pointed to the seat opposite him. “Join me. Please.”
“We shouldn’t impose.”
The words had scarcely left her mouth when Becca clambered up on the bench next to him. “Come on, Mommy. Mr. Ryan said we can join him.” She climbed on her knees to inspect his food. “Oooooooo, Mommy. Mr. Ryan has apple pie! Can I have some, Mommy? Can I?”
Allison closed her eyes and sighed, then slid into the booth opposite them.
“No, Becca. We said we were sharing one scoop of chocolate ice cream. Your exact words were, ‘I want that more than aaaaaaanything.’”
“Well, it was before I saw the pie. We haven’t had any since I was little.”
Ryan hid a smile.
“Why don’t you share the ice cream with your mom like you planned, and while you wait, you can help me with my pie? The waitress brought a piece big enough for both of us.”
Becca’s eyes widened and her head bobbed up and down, her blonde curls bouncing.
“Ryan, I can’t allow you to…”
He shot her a glance that told her he wanted to do this. Moistening her lips, she nodded acquiescence. Lust shot straight to his groin. He wanted to taste those lips. Wanted to taste all of her. Wanted to…
Stop it! Strains of It Can’t Be Wrong by Dick Haymes taunted him from the shop’s Wurlitzer. He had to cease torturing himself with thoughts of what could never be.
“Mommy, I have to go to the baff-room.”
“Of course, sweetie, it’s right over there.” She started to slide from the booth.
“I’m a big girl. I can go by myself.”
Allison hesitated, but finally smiled. “Of course you can, sweetheart. If you need me, just poke your head out the door and I’ll come help.”
“Okay.” Climbing down from the booth, she skipped to the nearby door.
Allison watched her daughter, concern etched in her eyes. Ryan reached across the table and placed his hand over hers. “She’ll be fine.”
She turned to face him. “I know. It’s just…”
“You’re trying to protect her. I understand. War does that to people. Makes us more protective of those around us.”
Allison nodded. “You’re right, it does. Ryan, it’s rude of me to ask, but you’ve never mentioned what happened overseas—to your leg.”
His throat constricted. His mouth felt like cotton. He’d talked of it to no one but his parents, hospital staff and Mr. Garner, the butcher.
He forced himself to look her in the eyes. Warm, brown eyes that offered comfort. Eyes that held a promise of—what? Things that could never be, that’s what.
“We were on a mission. We’d lost two planes from the squadron the day before, but that day things had gone well. We were just returning to base when we came under fire. Everything went wrong after that.” He tried to keep the images from flooding his mind. “I was the pilot. My men’s lives were in my hands. I had to get them back. Couldn’t have lived with myself if we’d gone down and been captured. I desperately tried to get my plane under control. I left our formation and somehow made my way back to England.”
His fork clattered to the table. He hadn’t realized his hand shook until Allison placed hers over his to steady it. He closed his eyes.
“The crew jettisoned everything they could to lighten our load. Although I landed her, I crashed into a barrier.”
Still holding his hand, Allison squeezed it. His eyes rose to meet hers. “They kept me in the infirmary…forever. They feared they’d have to amputate, but in time it healed.” He laughed mirthlessly and held out his stiff leg. “If you can call this mangled leg healed.”
“You’re alive, Ryan.” He saw tears well in her eyes.
Damn! Why had he been so selfish, heartless? She’d lost her husband. To her he was probably the luckiest man in the world.
Becca came back to the booth, a smile lighting her entire face. “I did it, Mommy. I told you I’m a big girl now.”
Ryan leaned over and helped her back onto the seat beside him. “We made it back, but my plane suffered extensive damage.”
Becca looked up from the ice cream she’d immediately started eating. Licked some from the corner of her mouth. “You flew an airplane, Mr. Ryan?”
He nodded.
Becca’s eyes shifted from Allison to Ryan and back. “Mommy, is Mr. Ryan going to be my new daddy?”
Allison and Ryan both jumped. Allison released his hand as though it had scalded her. “Becca, why would you ask such an embarrassing question? Of course, Mr. Burgess isn’t going to be your father.”
Her head shaking so hard her blonde curls bounced, Becca insisted, “Didn’t you hear him, Mommy? He flew planes just like you said Daddy did.” She turned to Ryan. “Mommy said Daddy was watching over us from Heaven. Did my daddy send you here to take care of me and Mommy? I bet he did, didn’t he? I bet—”
“I’m so sorry, Ryan. Please forgive Becca. She doesn’t understand. She was too young when Albert left to remember him. She…”
Exiting the booth quickly, Allison drew Becca away. Her eyes held more anguish than Ryan ever wanted to see in them. Tears streaming down her face, she turned and dashed out the door.
Rising slowly, Ryan braced himself with his cane and went to the counter to pay for their food. He planned to do something about her running away from him all the time. Stepping out into the snowy afternoon, he carefully walked back to the store.
This week was Thanksgiving. Since waking up in the infirmary, he’d thought he didn’t have anything to be thankful for. Maybe he’d been wrong. He’d stopped believing in magic and wishes as a child. Yet maybe…maybe this tiny girl today had shown him he had something to live for after all.
He stopped before entering the store, let the cool breeze swirl around him. He stared up at the sky and prayed. “Lord, I haven’t talked to You in a long time. Not since the day of my accident. I don’t know if You grant wishes or not—don’t even know if You answer prayers any more—but You kept me alive for a reason. I believe that now. Show me what that reason is. If I do get to make a wish, could I ask for a wife and family? Yeah, I know that’s pretty presumptuous—especially since I have the wife already picked out—but I think You spoke to me today. Through the mouth of a child. Just like in the Bible. If I misunderstood, I’ll understand, but…” He closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry I ignored You for so long. Thank you for keeping me alive.”
Taking a deep breath, he turned and opened the door to the store. Took the first steps toward his future.
When the bell over the door tinkled, Ryan looked up. Just like he had every time it had opened since he’d seen Allison in The Soda Shoppe. When she entered, his heart stopped.
“Well, Burgess, there’s no time like the present,” he muttered and steeled his resolve.
Moving around the store, Allison gathered her items quickly. Head down, she walked to the counter and handed her basket to him.
“Good afternoon, Allison. It’s good to see you.”
Her teeth worried her lower lip as she looked up. “I-I didn’t know if you’d ever want to see me again. I’m so embarrassed, Ryan. Not only did Becca say something inappropriate the other day, I ran out and forgot to pay for our ice cream. I—”
He reached out and placed his hand over hers on the counter. A bolt of warmth shot through him. Yes, this was right. “Of course I want to see you again. As a matter of fact, if you hadn’t come in today, I was going to come to your house to invite you both to our Thanksgiving dinner. Mother always fixes enough to feed the entire neighborhood. War on or not, I doubt this year will be different. She’s already invited everyone from the block.”
Becca tugged her hand free from Allison’s, then walked around the counter to join Ryan. He smiled at her, pleased she felt comfortable with him. If only Alli did. He pulled the tall stool up to sit on, lifted Becca onto his lap and handed her a penny candy. “I believe this is your favorite?”
Becca beamed, unwrapped the candy and put the Tootsie Roll straight into her mouth.
“Ryan, we couldn’t possibly—”
“You couldn’t possibly come to dinner. I know. Knew that would be your answer before I asked—so that’s why I’m not asking you.” He turned to the child on his knee. “Becca, my mother’s going to cook a really big dinner the day after next. My dad and I can’t eat that much food. Remember when you helped me with my apple pie?”
Busy chewing her candy, Becca nodded.
“Well, would you like to come to my house and help me eat Thanksgiving dinner? I already know what Mom’s going to make. She’s going to have turkey, English peas, snap beans, dressing, mashed potatoes, yams, rice and gravy, and hot rolls.” Becca’s eyes grew bigger with each item he listed. “And for dessert, she’s going to have pear salad and cup cakes.” He bent his head to whisper in her ear. “And chocolate ice cream.”
Bouncing on his knee, Becca shouted, “Yes, yes, yes. Mommy, we’re going to eat with Mr. Ryan!”
Ryan tried to stifle the groan that tore from his lips at her bouncing.
Rushing around the counter, Allison grabbed her daughter and took her back to the other side. “Ryan, I already told you we couldn’t—”
His eyes met hers. “I know what you said, but I didn’t ask you. I asked Becca, and she’s delighted. Surely you wouldn’t deprive her of a day filled with my family and friends. And after the meal we could go to the Fall Carnival. I think Becca would like that. Unless you’re planning on spending the day with your family, of course.”
A tear slipped down Allison’s cheek. “No, Becca and I will be alone. The only family I have left is my cousin, Samantha. I invited her, but she said she can’t take time off from work. She’s trying to save enough money to put a down payment on her own apartment, so she just took a second job at a shopping mall for the holidays.”
“Then you have no reason not to join us. Let Becca spend the day with us. My sisters and their families will be there—and I mean it when I say most of the neighborhood will be there as well. Isn’t that what Thanksgiving is about?”
Allison chewed her bottom lip—something he noticed she did whenever she was nervous.
“Or do you just not want to spend the day with me?”
Her eyes shot up, met his. Pain filled their depths. “You know that isn’t true.”
“Do I?”
Finally she nodded. “All right, we’ll join you.” She met his gaze, and though she clearly tried to fight it, her lips curved in a smile. “But I must tell you, Ryan, it’s quite unfair to use a child to get what you want.”
He smiled and quirked a brow. “I haven’t begun to get what I want, Allison. Not yet. But I will.”
With the house overflowing with people, the noise level was just a few decibels shy of the fair he planned to take Allison and Becca to. Finally everyone was seated at the long table. The noon day prayer was lengthy. As patriarch of the family, his father offered a prayer for those still serving in Europe. Offered a prayer for families keeping the home fires burning while waiting to hear about their loved ones.
Soon arms reached in front of each other to grab plates piled high with food.
His mother rolled her eyes. “Could we do this in a more civilized fashion? We have guests.”
He and his sisters looked at each other, then reached for more food. “Nah.”
Allison placed small portions on her and Becca’s plates.
Sitting beside Becca, Ryan reached around the child and placed heaping portions on both plates. “Eat up, girls. There’s plenty of food today. Mother’s been saving it just for this meal.”
While others ate, his father proclaimed, “I’m thankful our men are pushing those Germans back.”
“I’m thankful our son is home safe and sound,” his mother chimed in. At his raised brow, she added, “Yes, Ryan. You’re sound. You may have an injury you’ll have to live with the rest of your life, but other than slowing you down when you walk, you can do anything you want.” She looked meaningfully at Allison. “The only limitations you have are those you place on yourself.”
Leave it to his mother to cut to the heart of the matter!
“I’m thankful most of my men survived the mission. And I am thankful for coming home. I missed you all. We don’t realize how much home means. You should’ve seen the faces of GIs in their foxholes last Christmas as they opened their packages from home. Every one of them grinned from ear to ear.” He sobered, because the next day some of them were dead.
Soon everyone around the table said something with the exception of Becca and Allison. Her mouth full of mashed potatoes, Becca chirped, “I’m thankful, too.” Everyone turned to look at her. “I’m thankful Mr. Ryan gives me penny candy!”
At everyone’s laughter, Allison gave her daughter a hug. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up. “I didn’t think I had much to be thankful for this year, but I was wrong. I have the most precious daughter in the world—and I have wonderful friends who are gracious enough to open their home to us on a day meant for families.” Her eyes met Ryan’s, an unspoken message seeming to be locked behind their depths.
Ryan had spent every spare minute with Alli and Becca. He needed them as much as he needed air to breathe. When she’d agreed to spend the day with him and then attend the Fall Carnival, his heart had leapt.
So here he was, holding cotton candy with one hand and his cane with the other. It was difficult walking on the uneven ground, but Allison walked slowly. He knew she measured her steps to match his.
At the Ferris wheel, he threw the empty cotton candy cone into the trash. He reached for her hand, then laughed—hers was as sticky as his. He pulled her forward, wrapped his arm around her waist and lowered his voice so only she could hear him ask, “Come ride with me?”
A thought flashed through his mind. Allison lying naked in his bed. Her long, auburn hair spread across the pillow. It wasn’t the Ferris wheel he thought of riding! Wasn’t the cotton candy on her hand he thought of licking! A bolt of lust shot through him, all blood heading south.
Shifting uncomfortably, he stepped forward. Drew Allison with him. Becca had already run forward and sat on the seat. Right in the middle. So much for a romantic moment at the top of the ride.
Still, he laid his arm across the back of the seat, toyed with Allison’s hair at the nape of her neck. He wanted to touch her. Wanted to be with her. Forever. Did he have the courage? He’d always had daring in combat. Only the thought of Allison saying no to him almost cut him off at the knees.
He wasn’t ready yet to risk all.
Running ahead of them as they got off the ride, Becca’s eyes widened with each booth they came to. When they came to one with rifles and targets, Becca jumped up and down. “Mommy, Mommy, look! Please, pleeeeeeeese can I have that teddy bear?”
She pointed to the largest bear. The one people never won. Everyone knew the games were rigged. Still, Ryan thought he might finally have a chance to win something for her—even if it was the smallest bear.
“I can’t guarantee anything, Becca, but I’ll give it a try.”
She tugged her mother’s arm. “Mr. Ryan’s going to win me that teddy bear, Mommy.”
Ryan’s heart sank. How could he let this small child down? She went without so much already. Stepping toward the counter, he laid his money down and picked up a rifle. Three shots. Only three shots to win a prize.
Bam! Down went one clay duck. Bam! Down went another. Ryan braced himself against the counter and aimed. Bam! A third duck flipped backward.
“We got a winner here, folks,” the man behind the counter yelled as he reached for the smallest bear. An ugly bear no child would want. “Who wants to be the next person to win a bear?”
Ryan plunked more money on the counter. “I’ll keep trying if it’s okay with you.”
The man smiled, revealing a mouth with two missing teeth, the rest of them yellowed. “Fine with me.” He handed Ryan a different rifle.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll keep using the one I already have. Just need more pellets.”
The man’s eyes narrowed, but with a small crowd looking on, he handed them to Ryan.
Bam! Once again a moving duck flipped over backwards. Bam! Again. Bam! Ryan smiled as the third duck toppled over.
As Becca squealed with delight, Ryan reached down to rub his thigh. He couldn’t put his weight on the cane while he was shooting and pain spread from his foot to his hip. One look at Becca’s face when the man selected only a slightly larger bear and handed it to her and Ryan knew he couldn’t quit now. “Keep it,” he said.
“Ryan, please, you don’t have to do this,” Allison pleaded.
He brushed her protest aside. For the next twenty minutes, he laid down money and kept reloading his rifle. Intense throbbing burned through his leg, Ryan could barely speak as the man kept reaching for larger bears. Determination egged him on. Only one goal would suffice—he had to win that bear. The one with the bright blue bow that matched Becca’s eyes.
Only one more round to go. The crowd continuing to gather behind him grew quiet as he took aim. Closing his eyes, he grabbed the counter and swayed. Breathing deeply, he willed himself to stave away the dizziness.
You will not pass out, Burgess. She’s a child. You can do this for her...for yourself.
Bracing himself, Ryan took aim. He had to prove he could do something. Prove he could stand up to the pain—and win. If he quit now, he’d be quitting the rest of his life.
Bam! Down went a duck. Bam! Down went another.
Bam!
“Here you go, little missy,” the man ruefully said as he handed over the prized bear. “Your daddy must love you an awful lot.”
Becca’s look of joy was all the thanks Ryan needed. He’d done it. He’d won the bear. He wasn’t a failure.
Allison rushed to his side, picked up his cane, and braced his arm across her shoulders. “Let’s sit awhile.”
When Ryan looked into those beautiful brown eyes he didn’t see the pity he expected.
He saw love.
Surely he imagined it.
“All right, I want you alone for a little while, Alli. I need you close tonight. Let’s go sit by the carousel so Becca can ride it.”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Is everyone in your family as bossy as you?”
Ryan laughed, a deep guttural sound. He hadn’t done that in ages. Not since his plane had crashed into the barrier and the world as he’d known it had changed. It felt good. So did being with this woman.
“As a matter of fact they are. It’s one of the things I love about them. They know what they want and go after it.”
He pulled her closer. “When I was overseas, I watched men open parcels from home. Some got bars of soap, powder, maybe a sweater or a muffler. Simple things, but they meant the world to them. Meant home. I came home to a fancy house while many of those men died. I didn’t appreciate it, thought my life was over. Merely because my leg hurts and I limp. I feared no one would ever want me. Figured I’d never want anything—anyone—ever again enough to take the risk.” Sounds of the carnival carried on the cold night air.
“Until I met you.” He turned her toward him. “But instead of making me feel good, for a while I felt worse. Sure, I knew there was plenty in this world to live for—but I thought I’d never have it.”
“That’s silly, Ryan. You have everything to live for. What could you have possibly wanted that you thought you couldn’t—”
“You.” At her gasp, he placed a finger over her lips. “I want you, Alli. Want to hold you in my arms. Want to feel your sweet lips against mine, to make love to you all night. I knew you’d never want me because I’m no longer whole. I’m damaged goods.”
“But Ryan—”
“Then I changed my mind. Remembered I’m a Burgess. We go after what we want. Claim it. Take it. I’m going after you, Alli Morgan. Prepare yourself for that. I’m claiming you as my own. Some day very soon I’m going to take you. For now I’ll woo you. Win your heart. I’m going to start by kissing you.” He eased his hand around the back of her neck and moved his mouth within an inch of hers, a smile tilting up his lips. “What’s this? No argument? You’re not going to tell me you can’t?”
Her eyes met his. Never wavered. “No.”
With only a few days until Christmas—armloads of gifts in hand—Ryan thought he couldn’t walk another step. White Christmas played as he followed Allison out the door of the toy store. That Crosby fellow must be raking in piles of money with all the records he has out right now.
“Why don’t we go get a cup of hot chocolate? I could use a break,” he suggested. Allison’s eyes immediately went to his leg, but he assured her, “I’m fine, Alli. I just need to rest.”
She bit her lip. “Why didn’t you stop sooner? I told you we didn’t need to—”
“Shhh, love. I’m fine. Let’s just go sit and rest a spell.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. He edged closer to Allison on the padded bench, his leg now touching hers.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas played on the jukebox in the corner. Yeah, right. As if that would happen. Oh, he wanted it—but did he really have the guts to go after it? Ryan’s emotions were on a teeter-totter—up one minute, down the next.
The heat from her seemed to scorch his skin through the sleeve of his shirt. He wondered what it would feel like to have her warm touch on his naked body. He wanted her to run her fingers down his arms, across his chest, down to his… Stop it!
He didn’t know if that would ever happen. He must have been a fool to buy her a ring. He placed his hand in his pocket, fingering the small box he’d picked up right before meeting her that morning. Could he make Alli happy? Did he have the right to hope?
Could she see herself in a life with him? Forever?
That’s what he wanted. A life with her forever. Waking up with her every morning, making love to her every night. Having a child with her. His child.
He wanted…too much.
Nearly frozen by fear, he removed his hand from the pocket.
Since his family traditionally opened their presents on Christmas Eve, everyone sat in the crowded living room. His nephews and Becca laughed as they placed ornaments on the tall tree. Ryan held Becca up to place the star on the top of the tree.
Soon his nephews ran around the room, ‘riding’ their new stick ponies. Becca proudly held her prized doll, the one Allison told him she’d wanted on her birthday.
Shyly, Allison reached beside her and held out a package. “It’s not much. I hope you’ll like it.”
He hadn’t expected a gift from her. Knew she had little money to spare. Lifting the cover on the box, he pulled out a brown sweater. His eyes went to Allison’s.
“I knitted it myself. I told you it wasn’t much. I—”
“It’s perfect. It will suit me just fine in the store. Thank you, Alli.” He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a slender box.
She shook her head. “You don’t need to give me anything, Ryan. What you’ve done for Becca is more than enough.”
“It’s not much, Alli. Please open it.”
Her fingers shook as she unwrapped the gold bracelet he’d bought for her. As tears slid down her cheeks, he leaned forward, took it from her trembling fingers and fastened it around her wrist.
“Are you going to be my daddy now, Mr. Ryan? ‘Cause my daddy’s an angel now. Did he send you to watch over us?” Becca sat near the tree, watching them. Silence filled the room at the hopeful smile on her face. “Can I have a baby sister now, too?”
“Becca!” Allison gasped.
“Well, it’s what I asked Santa for when I saw him at Gimbel’s last week. I told him I wanted a new daddy and a baby sister.”
Ryan smiled. I wouldn’t mind doing something about that last request. Mindful that his family was watching, he touched his lips lightly across Allison’s cheek, then brushed his knuckles against it. “It gets easier, Alli. Time will lessen your loss.”
He wanted to be the one to take away her pain. Wanted to take her in his arms and hold her forever.
Behind them, his mother turned on the record player. Bing Crosby crooned, Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright.
Was his future really bright? He’d know tomorrow—if he didn’t chicken out.
His mother walked over and placed her arm around his waist. “It’s not so very late. Why don’t the two of you head over to the USO? I heard they’re having a farewell early Christmas Eve party for some of the men ready to be deployed. They have a band tonight.”
When Allison shook her head, Mrs. Burgess persisted. “You both deserve a night out. Becca can stay here and play with my grandsons. She can spend the night in one of the girls’ old rooms upstairs.”
“What a wonderful idea,” Allison heard Ryan say. “We won’t stay out late. Just long enough to listen to some music and relax a bit.”
“No, I couldn’t possibly do that. I should take Becca home now. We’ve imposed on you too much as it is.”
“We’ve loved having the two of you visit and hope you’ll come back often. But go, have fun. You’re only young once,” his mother insisted.
Returning with her coat and Ryan’s overcoat, Mr. Burgess handed them both to Ryan. “Make sure you bundle this sweet girl up now. It’s mighty cold out there. Mother, I don’t see a neck scarf for the young lady. Do you have one she can borrow?”
While Ryan helped with her coat, his mother quickly returned with a long cashmere neck scarf. Ryan took it and wrapped it gently around Allison’s neck. “There, that’s better.”
Allison just stood there, her mouth open. She’d never felt anything so luxurious. “But I can’t—”
“Certainly you can, dear.” She glanced over at her husband and received the briefest of nods. “In fact, I rarely ever wear that one. It looks lovely on you, so why don’t you keep it?”
“I can’t—”
As Ryan ushered her out the door into the blast of cold air, he laughed. “There sure are a lot of things you seem to think you can’t do. Time to start thinking of what you can.”
His mother had played Christmas music throughout the entire day. Bing Crosby had crooned, I’ll Be Home for Christmas. Yes he was. Home. This was right. He had his family around him, Alli by his side, and Becca inside playing with his nephews. What more could he ask for?
He could ask for Alli to be his wife.
Out at the curb, he stopped beside the family’s two year old Packard. “I wish I could drive us to the USO,”—he patted his leg with his gloved hand—“but the clutch and this old leg don’t get along anymore. It’s too cold to walk, but if you don’t mind, I think it would be fun if we took the trolley.”
At her agreement, they headed to the nearest trolley tracks. Placing his cane over his arm, he helped Allison up and then pulled himself onto the first step. As they sat in the rear seat and rode toward the center of town, he eased his arm along the back of the seat. “Why don’t you move closer? It’s cold in here and I don’t want you to catch a chill.”
He edged her closer, then his lips met hers. Gently. Sweetly. His tongue brushed her closed lips, urging them to open. When they did, he thrust his tongue inside, claiming what he’d wanted for over a month. What he planned to have for the rest of his life.
When the trolley stopped near the club, he helped Allison down the steps. Strains of Duke Ellington filtered out into the cold night air.
The trolley rolled on, but Ryan didn’t move. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Allison and drew her closer.
Allison moaned as his hand brushed over her hair, eased a tendril behind her ear. He hugged her close. Moved his hand up and down the column of her back. Lust shot straight to his groin. He’d worried his injury might have messed up more than his leg. Allison’s body pressed to his proved that wasn’t so. He could make love to her—and some day he would. Of that he no longer had any doubt. He moved his hand inside her coat and brushed it over her plain, cotton blouse. The tip of her breast hardened instantly under his fingertips. Just as he’d hardened holding her.