The Doctor's Christmas Proposal (The Gallaghers 0f Montana Book 3)

by Eve Gaddy

  The Doctor’s Christmas Proposal

  A Gallagher of Montana Romance

  Eve Gaddy

  The Doctor’s Christmas Proposal

  Copyright © 2016 Eve Gaddy

  Smashwords Edition

  The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-945879-25-8

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  Dedication

  This one is for my buddies, Justine Davis, Katherine Elser, Janet Justiss, and Lenora Nazworth. I’d be lost without you!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Meet The Gallaghers of Montana

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Wyatt Gallagher needed a miracle.

  He had to figure out how to get through one brother’s wedding two days before Christmas, and the birth of another brother’s new baby, due any day now, without losing it. There was only one person who knew exactly what had gone down when he lived in Denver. One person who would understand why a wedding and a baby would be hard for him. One person he wanted to be with. His best friend, the woman who’d gotten him through one of the worst nights of his life.

  Mia Watson.

  The wedding and baby weren’t the only reasons he wanted her to come to Montana. In fact, they weren’t even the main ones. Wyatt wanted Mia to come to Marietta because he’d finally admitted to himself how much he’d missed her. He’d accepted the reason none of his dates had been worth pursuing was because none of those women were Mia.

  How to convince her to come? If he told her about Sean’s wedding and Jack’s new baby, she’d come. She was too softhearted not to, given that situation. If he told her he’d been thinking about her for months, ever since he moved, she’d probably laugh in his face, even though it was the God’s honest truth. He hadn’t exactly been good at keeping in touch. All right, more like lousy. He’d had his reasons, which in retrospect, weren’t very good ones. But all she’d see was he had hardly talked to her since he moved.

  Screw it. He bit the bullet and called her.

  “Hello.”

  She was painting. He could tell by the sound of her voice, short, sharp and annoyed at the interruption. She was totally in the moment and that moment was not on the telephone.

  “Mia, hi, it’s Wyatt.”

  He heard a thump and a muffled curse. “Sorry, I dropped the phone. Wyatt? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong.” I miss you. I want to see you.

  “Then why are you calling?”

  “Can’t I call to shoot the breeze?”

  She laughed. “Sure, ‘he who hates the telephone’ is calling me to chat. You’ve called me, what, twice since you moved?”

  Crap. Busted. “I’m sure I’ve talked to you more than twice. But that’s beside the point. I need a date for a wedding.”

  “In Denver?”

  “No, in Marietta.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in Denver.”

  He smiled. She was such a smartass. “You could come out now and stay a few weeks. We could hang out, have some fun. There’s a lot to do at Christmastime in Marietta. It’ll be great.”

  “There’s more to this than you’re letting on. What’s the real reason?”

  “I’ve missed you, Mia. I want to see you.”

  “So you call me out of the blue to come for a visit? Just to go to a wedding? I don’t buy it.”

  Damn it, he’d sound like a loser if he told her. But if he didn’t ... “My brother Sean is getting married. Two days before Christmas.”

  There was a long silence. “Are you all right?”

  “What do you think?”

  “I think you wouldn’t have called me if you were okay. Can’t you find another date?”

  “I don’t want another date. I want you.”

  He heard her suck in a breath. “Wyatt—”

  “My brother Jack and his wife, Maya, are having a baby. Anytime now.” Okay, now he sounded desperate.

  Just tell her why you want to see her so badly.

  And what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she’s good with just being friends?

  Then you’ll have to convince her she wants more.

  But first he had to get her there. “The scenery is spectacular. The mountains surround the town. We’re much closer to them than you are in Denver. Marietta is in Paradise Valley, between two ranges. It’s a small town, on the river. Small-town holiday sights, snow, mountains. You’ll want to paint all of it. You’ll kill to paint the landscape around here.”

  Oh. My. God. I’m imploding and Wyatt’s talking about painting landscapes. I can’t do it. I can’t see him again. Not now. I just got over him.

  Okay, that was an exaggeration. She was almost over him.

  Shit, she wasn’t over him at all. All it took was hearing his voice and she melted into a puddle of lust and longing. “I don’t know, Wyatt.”

  “Think about it. I’ve missed you, Mia.”

  “I’ve... missed you too,” she said reluctantly.

  “Then come to Marietta.”

  “I have things,” she said vaguely.

  “What kind of things? Are you in the middle of a commission?”

  Just lie. She’d already committed the most enormous lie. The lie to end all lies. Even if it had been a lie of omission, a lie was still a lie. What difference would adding another small one make?

  “Not exactly.”

  “What does that mean? Are you or aren’t you?”

  “I’m, um, in negotiations.”

  “Can you take a break before you start on it? I’m telling you, there are so many things you could paint, especially this time of year.”

  She knew why he wanted her to come and it had nothing to do with painting and everything to do with his ex-fiancée. “Have you told your family about Loretta?”

  “No, and I’m not going to.”

  “You should.”

  “Why? It’s over and done with. She’s not important.”

  How Mia wished that was true. But Loretta, the lying bitch, had torn him apart. All Mia had been able to do was offer him comfort. Wyatt needed her again. As a friend? Or something more? Right. Keep dreaming, dummy.

  She knew it hadn’t been easy for him to call her. No man liked to expose a vulne
rability. Which, she figured, was why he wouldn’t tell his family what happened.

  “I’ll pay for your airplane ticket,” he continued. “And you can stay with me. At the ranch, I mean. There’s plenty of room.”

  So he was asking her to come as a friend. Not as a lover. Oh, joy.

  “I can pay for my own damn ticket.”

  “Does that mean you’re coming?”

  He sounded happy. She loved to hear him happy. Big mistake, Mia. Don’t do it. You’ll regret it.

  “Yes. I’ll get details and let you know.”

  “If you could come in the next couple of days that would be good. The Christmas Stroll is the first Saturday in December and I really want to take you to it. Which reminds me, bring something to wear to the Christmas Ball. Black tie.”

  Black tie? A formal? She didn’t own a formal dress. Hell, she only had two dressy dresses and they were both several years old. “How long are you planning on me staying?”

  “As long as you can. And don’t forget your ski clothes and whatever equipment you want.”

  Yay. An open-ended invitation to spend time, platonically, with Wyatt. Wyatt Gallagher, the man she’d been in love with for years. Wyatt Gallagher, the man who thought of her as his best friend. But not his lover. Except for that one night. That one amazing night.

  Was that one night of rebound sex all she’d ever have with him? Could they ever have more?

  First things first. She needed a dress. Mia wasn’t a girly-girl by any stretch. In fact, she wasn’t sure Wyatt had ever seen her in anything besides jeans, pants or shorts, depending on the time of year. She wanted a dress that would make Wyatt’s eyes fall out of his head. A dress that would make him realize his friend was a woman. A dress that would remain classy and elegant, yet still be sexy enough to blow his mind. Easy, right?

  How formal was formal? Should it be long, short, beaded, or plain? Satin, velvet, tulle, or chiffon? Mia had no idea. So she did what everyone did when faced with a problem like that.

  She googled women’s formal dresses in Denver. Of course, in a city the size of Denver there were about six million stores. She keyed into her cell the addresses of several nearby shops to check out that afternoon. Then she googled the Marietta Christmas Ball.

  Wow. They went all out. Gorgeous decorations, gorgeous dresses, gorgeous people. She was an artist, for God’s sake. She didn’t belong at an event like that. But Wyatt had specifically mentioned it. If she was going to see him and go with him to events, then she intended to dress for the occasion.

  She looked on Pinterest for Christmas ball gowns. Mia loved Pinterest. She had a board for each color, but colors were the only things she pinned. She had never looked at it for anything else. Knowing how addicting it could be, she was afraid to look at more.

  The dresses were amazing. Stunning. Two hours later, she looked up, bleary-eyed, and realized if she expected to accomplish anything she should start now. At least she had an idea of what she liked. Whether she could find anything remotely similar, she didn’t know. Pinterest is dangerous. No wonder I never look at anything but colors. If I started pinning other things I’d probably never leave my computer.

  Mia booked an airline reservation online for that Friday, giving her a couple of days to find a dress, arrange for her neighbor to water her plants in her absence, pack up her art supplies and pack enough clothes to stay awhile.

  The first three stores Mia tried were a bust. The dresses were either too young for her, too old for her, not in her size or, in her opinion, just plain ugly. But she scored at the fourth store.

  She walked in to the small boutique, heading straight for the formal dresses.

  “Can I help you?” a pleasant woman in her late twenties or early thirties asked. “My name is Sandra.”

  “I need a formal dress for a Christmas ball, Sandra.”

  “Any particular style you’re thinking of?”

  “No, but I want it to be tastefully sexy.”

  Sandra looked her up and down. “I might have just the thing. It’s on sale too. I’ll be right back.”

  Mia looked around and saw a black cocktail dress she liked and decided to try it on as well. Who knew what else Wyatt would insist on going to?

  She’d just put on the black dress and had gone out to look in the full-length mirrors when Sandra returned.

  “That looks great on you,” the salesclerk said.

  “Thanks. I like it.”

  “What do you think about this?” Sandra asked, holding up a gorgeous, deep green, long dress.

  “It’s beautiful.” She tried it on, stepped out of the dressing room and back to the mirrors.

  “Perfect,” Sandra said with satisfaction. “I knew it would be.”

  “I don’t even look like me.” Which was a good thing since her goal was to shake up Wyatt and make him see her as a desirable woman and not just his friend.

  The dark green jade color set off her eyes. It was strapless, fitted and shirred across her bust, waist and hips. Half of the bodice was beaded, studded with crystals and there was a dangerously high slit showing one leg. “How much is it?” she asked, bracing for the price.

  Sandra named a price that while not cheap, was a lot less than she’d been afraid of. “It’s on sale. We don’t have many customers of your size.”

  “Sold. And I’ll take the black cocktail dress too.”

  She could either mope around more, missing Wyatt, or she could take advantage of this opportunity to convince him she was the right woman for him.

  Her annoying conscience would not remain silent. And what about that huge lie hanging between you? What would Wyatt do when he found out she’d been pregnant and hadn’t told him?

  Their one night together had resulted in a miracle pregnancy and then a heartbreaking loss. And Wyatt knew nothing about it.

  Chapter Two

  Mia’s plane was late. Typical. Wyatt had arranged to have more time off during the next few weeks, which would leave him working a lot after the holidays, but he wanted to show Mia the sights, not to mention, Sean’s wedding would require some time off.

  He watched the exit from baggage claim but so far he hadn’t seen her. A pretty, strawberry blonde walked out pulling two bags stacked on top of each other behind her, with a large backpack and a pair of ski boots hung over one shoulder and an equally large tote bag thing over the other. He’d have thought it was Mia except Mia always wore her hair in a long braid down her back. Except for that one night... Damn it, man, stop thinking about that night.

  Right. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since it had happened. Not constantly, but more often than he should have if it had only been a one night thing. He’d thought about exploring what was between him and Mia, if it was simply friendship or could it be more. The timing had been all wrong, though. He’d still been too screwed up over what Loretta had done to be fair to another woman. Even Mia. Not too long after that, he’d moved, so he never got to see what might have been. But there was nothing stopping them now.

  The redhead waved at him. Holy shit, that is Mia. She looked different. Great, but totally different.

  He got out of the car and met her partway, pulling her into his arms and lifting her off the ground in a bear hug. “I couldn’t figure out who the beautiful redhead was.”

  He started to kiss her but she turned her head so his lips landed on her cheek. At least she hugged him back.

  He set her down and looked at her more carefully. She was thinner than she’d been. She’d always been slim, but she was even tinier than he remembered. He tugged on a strand of hair. “What did you do to your hair?”

  “I cut it, obviously. Hello to you too.”

  He grinned. Same sharp tongue. “It’s pretty, but I miss the braid.”

  She shrugged out of her backpack and handed it to him. “I needed a change.”

  “Good God,” he said, taking the pack. “What have you got in this thing? It weighs a ton.”

  “Art supplies, mos
tly. I’ll still need to stop by an art supply store, though. If there’s not one in Marietta can we look here in Bozeman?”

  “Probably safer to look here. No skis?”

  “I decided it would be easier to rent the skis, but I brought my boots.”

  “Good idea.” Wyatt stowed her luggage in the back of his SUV, then got in. He took another good, long look at her before he pulled away from the curb.

  “You’re staring at me.”

  “You look different. I guess it’s the hair.”

  She frowned at him. “Different as in bad?”

  He laughed. “Of course not. It’s pretty, I’m just not used to it. You’ve had long hair ever since I’ve known you.” Her hair was red, shot through with lots of blonde, which was even more apparent now that her bangs and jaw length cut emphasized it. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Me too.”

  He shot her another glance. “Are you okay?”

  “Of course. Why do you ask?”

  “You’re thinner. You look like a strong breeze would blow you over.”

  “Gee, thanks, Wyatt. Your hair is ugly and you’re scrawny. That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.”

  Open mouth, insert foot. “When did you get so touchy? I said your hair is different, not ugly. And I sure as hell didn’t say you were scrawny. But you seem”—he broke off, searching for the right word—“you seem a little fragile.”

  “Fragile? When have you ever known me to be fragile?”

  “I haven’t. That’s why I asked.”

  “You can stop worrying. I had the flu and lost some weight.” Turning her head to look out the window, she asked, “What are these mountain ranges? Are they part of the Rockies?”

  He wasn’t sure that was the truth but she clearly didn’t want to talk about it. “Yes. Both the Absaroka to the east and the Gallatins to the west are subranges of the Rockies. The Gallagher ranch is northwest of Marietta, on the Gallatin side of the valley.”

  “You’re living at the ranch? You’ve never talked much about it. I never really thought of you as a country boy.”