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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Also by Katherine Garbera
About the Author
Recipes
About HarperImpulse
About the Publisher
Christmas is such a special time of the year for my family. My parents were married on Christmas Eve and this year will celebrate their 50th anniversary. This book is dedicated to Charlotte and David Smith for showing me that the best things in life always start with love, laughter and family.
I’d also like to dedicate this book to my family and it’s a large one, so please indulge me this list of those who I keep in my heart. Rob, Courtney, Lucas, Bobby, Josh, Tabby, Donna, Scott, Emily, Linda, James, Ryan, and Katie.
Chapter 1
Christmas was the most special time of the year. This year, Iona Summerlin had poured all of her energy into making the Candied Apple Café a Christmas wonderland. She’d started from the storefront windows all the way through the shop. Her theme had been the “magic of Christmas”. Standing underneath the iron-worked apple that hung in front of the shop and watching as one of the crew on the lighting team she’d hired placed a large Santa hat on the apple, she couldn’t help but smile.
The windows had been inspired by Frosty the Snowman and how the magician’s hat had the power to bring him to life. Iona and her design team had come up with a group of kids in one window and a group of adults in the window on the other side of the door that were both looking at a very plain shopfront. Every thirty seconds a wind blew through the scene and stockinged caps, berets, and top hats settled onto the heads of the different characters while the backdrop changed to a magical wonderland of the Candied Apple Café with different chocolates and other offerings, including their famous Minty Cocoa.
Snow fell lightly on the sidewalk outside of the Candied Apple. “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” could be heard from the shop each time the door opened and Iona stood next to her very best friends in the world. They were being photographed for an article about the hottest holiday places in Manhattan. And Iona knew she should be satisfied, but she was already thinking about next Christmas, and the things she wanted to implement for next year.
This holiday season they were competing with the big guys on Fifth Avenue with their window scenes, so she’d pulled out all the stops to make sure their customers got the maximum holiday experience.
And it felt like her work was paying off. Two different companies had contacted her about partnering with them for the New Year. One was a luxury resort chain, which even Iona admitted was a long shot. The chain had only twenty resorts worldwide and in each resort they offered their guests a one-of-a-kind experience and retail options that weren’t available everywhere. So, signing with them would give the Candied Apple an opening into the luxury clientele market that Iona thought would be wonderful. She had a few concerns, though, given that Hayley Dunham, their head chef, was particular about who she allowed to make chocolates for their shop. So far, the chocolatiers she’d used were just herself and one apprentice.
The other option was a developer who was interested in helping them open a second location in Manhattan down in the old meat packing district, which had become a trendy food mecca.
“This is so perfect, Iona. I love the ‘magic of Christmas’ and I think you have really captured it,” Cici Johnson said, coming up to her and looping her arm through Iona’s. Cici was a few inches shorter than her. Her friend and business partner had an easy smile that matched her curly brown hair. She usually wore horn-rimmed glasses but had contacts in today as they were doing a photo shoot for Manhattan magazine.
They were all dressed like … well Mariah Carey in her All I Want for Christmas video because it was sexy, Christmassy, and she wanted the promo she’d arranged to be as enticing as it could be.
Hayley joined them, linking her arm to Cici’s. Hayley had blonde hair that she’d had in a pixie cut but was starting to grow out. The three of them smiled at each other. Some days, it was almost more than any of them could believe. Of course, they’d had the dream of the café becoming a success but there were times when it was still hard to believe it was finally happening.
“Same. I just love it. This morning I stood out here with Lucy for a good ten minutes just watching the windows change.”
“I’m glad. I already have some ideas for next year.”
“Let’s get through this Christmas season first,” Hayley said.
Iona’s watch pinged and she glanced down at the device, which was linked to her smart phone.
“Oh, crap.”
“What?”
“I’m supposed to be changed and on my way to meet Mads Eriksson from the Loughman Group.”
“If you miss it, then it wasn’t meant to be,” Hayley said. “And then I don’t have to figure out how I’m going to train other chefs to make candy my way.”
Iona had to smile at the way Hayley said it. It wasn’t that her technique was different to other chocolate makers, it was that Hayley used her gut instinct to create unique flavors. She spent a lot of time coming up with them. Her objection to opening even one other location was quality control.
“Don’t worry. The Loughman Group of hotels aren’t going to scrimp on quality. It’s one of the reasons why I’m even talking to them,” Iona said. “I better reschedule this afternoon’s appointment, though.”
She stepped aside and made a quick call and cancelled the appointment for this afternoon. She knew
her focus needed to be here at the Candied Apple Café. This was what had brought them to the attention of the luxury hotel chain.
Eriksson’s assistant said she’d get back to Iona with a new time and Iona turned back to her friends. They were both so happy. Cici was a new mom with a cute newborn at home waiting for her, and Hayley was engaged to a man that Iona knew loved her friend very much.
“What are you doing?”
“Just thinking how blessed we are,” Iona said, coming back over to them. “I want you to know, Hay, that I wouldn’t agree to anything that would compromise our vision for the store.”
Hayley hugged her close. “I know. But we have to think about the bottom line.”
“We do, but we aren’t in this for the money,” Iona said.
“I don’t like it when you say that,” Cici said, adjusting the red velvet Santa hat on Iona’s head. “I like it when we have a healthy profit. Makes my job much easier.”
“Money is good. It’s just not what drives us,” Iona said.
“Exactly,” Cici and Hayley said at the same time.
Then they all high fived each other.
“Do that again,” the photographer said. “Girl power.”
Girl power.
“More like woman power,” Iona said.
“Woman power, then,” the photographer said.
This shop had come out of the three of them dating the same guy and finding out about it. These women were her heart sisters and meant more to her than she could say.
***
Though it was only three days after Thanksgiving, Christmas was everywhere and Mads Eriksson, who wasn’t Scrooge by any means but really could do with some productivity from his staff, didn’t like it.
He kept his office neat and clean with only a small silver frame on his desk that held two pictures side by side. One of Gill from before she’d gotten sick and Sofia’s current school picture. He looked down at his two ladies and wondered if he was making the right decisions for his daughter.
“Hong Kong on line one,” his assistant said via the intercom.
“Thanks, Lexi.”
He knew he had to take the call, but hesitated, reaching out to brush his finger over Gill’s cheek and then turned away, reaching for the phone. God, he missed her. He tried not to. He knew that she was gone but there were times when he ached for her.
It had been a year but the pain hadn’t lessened at all.
Death was permanent so why did it keep surprising him? No matter how many times he thought he’d made peace with Gill being gone there was always something unexpected.
Always.
Dammit.
He had business to conduct. He was good at his job and he didn’t want to find himself in the same position as Amherst, having to justify his qualifications to the board of directors. He had to either motivate the Hong Kong General Manager or find a replacement; something he really didn’t want to have to do this close to the holidays.
He had said he wasn’t a Scrooge but firing someone in December really would make him feel like one and give him one more reason to hate this month.
He finished the call with a stern warning just as a text message notification popped up on the bottom of his computer monitor. His assistant, the usually efficient and seemingly unsentimental Lexi, had ”elfed” herself and made that her photo on the company server, so each time he got a text, instead of seeing a professional image, he had one of her with a striped elf hat on.
LEXI: Your three o’clock has cancelled. Can you squeeze in a meeting tomorrow morning?
She sounded like her normal, efficient self but all he could see in the company chat window was that stupid elf photo.
Mads suspected Iona’s cancelation of the meeting had more to do with cold feet than timing. He’d been cultivating the relationship with her since the end of August and she was very cautious about getting involved with another brand. He didn’t blame her.
The Candied Apple Café was unique – a combination of handmade chocolates in the European style with locally sourced ingredients. Their chocolate chef was the daughter of famed frozen-food guru Arthur Dunham. Unlike Dunham Dinners, the truffles and chocolate treats she created for their shop were anything but run of the mill.
He heard the third partner Cici Johnson was a wiz at numbers and she had to be good to have managed to show a profit at that high rent location on Fifth Avenue as quickly as they had. Part of it was Iona’s marketing strategy. She knew how to get attention and had used some events and advertising that was out of the box.
He was impressed with the three of them and wanted them to be part of the Loughman Group properties. But she had canceled. He glanced at his watch and then at his calendar.
He didn’t have any more meetings this afternoon, which made him think of something that his dad used to always say to him and his brother when they were growing up. The fish aren’t going to jump in the boat unless you’re on the lake.
The lake he needed to be on was on Fifth Avenue.
He looked at the chat window and tried not to grimace. He knew he was borderline Scrooge this year, but still. It was …
Frustrating.
He wasn’t in the mood for Christmas. Normally, he would be able to tolerate it. But not this year. It was the first without his wife and frankly he had lost the ability to pretend. To be fake happy and act like a jolly fat man might bring his daughter toys. But nothing, no amount of prayer or belief, had been able to save his wife.
MADS: No. I’ll stop by the Candied Apple Café and see her. Has my daughter been dropped off yet?
Lexi opened the door to his office and poked her head inside. No elf hat in real life. Instead she wore a cream-colored silk blouse and her short blonde hair was neatly styled around her face. No hat elf or otherwise was on her head. She gave him her usual cool, professional style and he had to admit, it was exactly what he needed. He’d scheduled as many meetings as he could for December. He needed to stay busy.
“Sofia and Jessie have just arrived at the hotel and they were planning to tour the gingerbread kitchen with Chef Gustav. Should I have her come up here instead?” Lexi asked.
Each year the New York Common created a gingerbread version of the Upper East Side neighborhood where it was situated. And this year was no exception. The display would be installed over the coming weekend and have a grand opening on December 1st.
Mads stood up and walked around the desk, smiling at his assistant. Jessie was his daughter’s nanny. “No. I’ll go and meet them. Thank you, Lexi.”
“For what?”
“Putting up with my grumpiness.”
“You weren’t grumpy to me, Mads,” she said gently.
“I was grumpy in my head at you,” he said.
“Well, I think that’s allowed. What did I do that bothered you?” she asked.
“Nothing. It was me. Text me if anything arises this afternoon. I’m going to try to get Iona to take a meeting with me at the Café.”
“Of course. Have fun.”
“It’s the beginning of the biggest shopping season of the year and I’ve just committed to taking a six-year-old to a candy store; fun’s not the word I’d use.”
Lexi laughed as Mads walked past her and out of the office.
He took the elevator down to the lobby and listened to the jazzy Christmas music. He exited just as “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” began to play. He hurried his steps, weaving neatly through the crowds; he’d sent his driver a text message to meet him out front. He saw the waiting car and made his way to it.
He had no idea what Iona Summerlin looked like, but he looked forward to meeting her. On the phone she sounded sophisticated, professional, and occasionally she was a little self-deprecating. In fact, he was looking forward to meeting someone who was as focused on business as he was.
Walking through the lobby of the New York Common, the luxury hotel refurbished from its 1920s glory to a fully fitted, five-star resort, Mads Eriksson could
n’t help feeling a sense of pride. As CEO of the Loughman Hotel Group he’d been instrumental in buying the old resort from the family that owned it and restoring it to bring it up to the Loughman Group standards.
It was one of only fifteen properties owned by the group. Each was unique, with bespoke luxury indigenous to the country and city it was from. There were some features, like the high-end retail options, which were offered at all Loughman properties. Mads and the board had a strict policy of exclusivity with each of the vendors who were in their properties.
***
The Candied Apple was slammed with customers and everyone was working behind the counter. According to the buzz she heard around the shop and in the back in the café, the windows were a big success. Cici had left after the photo shoot to go back home to her baby, Holly. She was only two months old and Cici was trying to balance working with being a new mom.
Iona had jumped behind the counter, having grown up working in her family’s department store so she’d cut her teeth working on the register and customer service. And they’d run out of the advent calendars filled with unique chocolate treats for each day. Iona had worked with a designer to make sure the boxes matched the windows on the storefront.
Iona wove her way through the crowd to the storeroom behind the kitchen where the boxed Advent chocolate calendars were stored. They had three more shelves of them and though they were already a few days into December, the boxes proved to be a top seller.
She jotted a note on the huge whiteboard that they used for inventory counts that Hayley might need to do more chocolates for the advent boxes.
Then she took a huge armful, trying to balance the chocolates while opening the door with one arm. Her mother was always scolding her for trying to carry too much in one trip, but it worked.
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