At least it is worth the look, he decided, choosing direction.
The cold coffee he’d gulped down whirled in his otherwise empty stomach. He refolded the paper and continued on his way. The walk moved along; as far as the distance was, already he’d cut the distance in half. Propped against an old light pole, he waited for the high jingle that signaled the change of the light.
“Would you like to get along a bit faster?” The question came from his side.
Swinging around, Noel looked up, staring his callers in the eye. At once, he took a step sideways, shocked and troubled to see his superior accompanied by another familiar angel. “Aren’t I on trial?”
“Unless you wish to be. She is a pretty young lady you’re after. I had an offer for you.”
This drew Noel’s attention. Some of the wariness subsided. “An offer?” he asked Gabriel. “You mean you wish to give me some level of a respite?”
Gabriel’s arms folded. “You’ve learned what I wanted. In the process, however, it seems you have come of a different mind. I would happily return to you those gifts of your immortal nature and your position by my side. If you’d prefer I can grant you one last chance at this life. I will warn you—this cannot be forever as it is a mortal life. Nor can I can guarantee that she will accept your hand. I believe that if you do not attempt to discover this, you will never know for sure. Think about it, young angel—which matters more to you, love, or perpetual life? Both of these are eternal, though perhaps a bit different, yours and mine.”
His legs growing a little shaky, Noel collapsed near the pole. Inside him a tumulus churning mass of emotions, at last, began to settle. However, one of these sensations never receded. When he realized this, his lips curved up into a leprechaun-like grin, full of confidence and delight.
“So, you’ve made your decision.” Speaking for the first time since having arrived, Daniel reached forward, and patted his friend’s shoulder. Satisfied with decision it was clear his friend had made.
“It was a wise choice.” Gabrial bent forward, repeating his partner’s prior action. “You will be happy here, my son. Placing his right palm firmly to Noel’s head, he stared deeply into his student’s eyes. With one snap of his fingers, he continued with confident grace, “May you have a long and happy life here on Earth.”
Softly withdrawing his hand, he finished in a tone edged with kindness, “Merry Christmas, youngling, I hope you enjoy your new life. Just know you must be more careful because immortality will no longer be yours.”
* * * *
When next Noel looked, he was standing at the front of the car dealer and Gabriel had disappeared from sight. He was aware what took place and was happy because now he realized it was what he wanted all along. Sending up a brief prayer that Candy would be willing to hear him, he explored the mass of various cars, searching for the right one. Beside him, a man planted his feet,
“Can I help you?” he wanted to know.
A little edgy from his last encounter of a similar sort, Noel skidded an inch or two, and then forced himself to freeze. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he replied to his helper. “I was looking for a good ride. I have a long trip ahead of me and I’d like something that can get me there quick. I can’t say I have all too great of budget to work with.”
An able-minded, elderly business owner pointed one of his wrinkled hands at a shiny olive green Ford Escape, almost the same color as Candy’s eyes. It was a perfect fit for what Noel had envisioned. The image sparkled before his eyes before he could stop it and just as swiftly disappeared again.
Agitated, he dug at the inside of his pocket, frowning when he found less than he’d envisioned. High above him two angels exchanged a knowing smile. Daniel gave his elder a questioning glance, “One more?”
In answer, Gabriel nodded, “Yes, I suppose. Everyone needs a little start. I hope you understand, this can’t be a habit.”
“Yes I know sir.” Daniel snapped his fingers and chuckled. Surprised to feel a light weight suddenly inside of his opposite pocket, Noel reached in his left hand. The roll of green bills that appeared, at first, astounded him. Afraid of where they’d come from, he felt the little stone his friends had given him jangling in his coat. The tightness in his form loosened, and he shot a grateful glance far above. Soon he came to a fast arrangement with the salesperson and, car key in hand, set off on his way.
Before long, the captivating panorama changed. Now instead of an eternal ocean of rolling green hills, he was surrounded on three sides by a perpetual forest, many shades of that same color. The sight was enchanting. It called for him to explore. No longer did it matter that he had no idea where exactly he was going, just getting there was an adventure all its own.
Once I get where I’m going will she even bother to look my way? Why, the girl will probably hate me, Noel thought. He hadn’t stopped to ask assistance, but if his memory served him correctly, he was headed the right direction. Candy’s sister had specifically listed Galena Mountain—now for the family house.
Hoping for a little luck, he searched the land around him. So far, he’d seen little more than wild animals and trees. On those rare occasions a cabin had come into view, it was natural wood or simply empty., Just as the fact crossed his mind, he pressed his foot down on the brake because a neatly-kept old house rushed by on one side. Baby blue with white trim, now highly faded—the structure matched the flimsy description he’d been given.
Noel pulled up in the drive, jolting to a stop. Now watch, he mused, a stranger would answer my knock. What was the worst that could happen? At least this nameless person might offer some directions.
Standing on the freshly stained deck, he looked up to the heavens and breathed in two heavy gulps of air. His knuckles hammered on the door-front, the sound ringing through the air. Someone had to have heard the alert.
His gaze drifted to the second story, at least one light was on. Before he could contemplate any further, the door flew open and a woman stood in perfect view. Today she wore a pretty number, a blue dress that barely swept the floor, complementing her female curves and gorgeous hair. Not nearly as appealing as her sister, Lacy Frost would have made any man just as happy.
“Mister Street, how good to see you; though I must admit I am alarmed. I never dared hold out hope that you might consent to the idea. What changed your mind?”
As he pointed to the living area just inside the house, Noel told her simply, “The best answer I can offer likely sits inside that door. I can’t say she’ll be thrilled to greet me, but it is worth a try.”
Instantly grasping his logic, Lacy bounced to the edge of the opening. “I apologize,” she hastened. “I didn’t mean to be so rude. Please, come in.”
His own level of discomfort lessened by Lacy’s almost palpable disquiet, he slid by her into the unusually wide foyer of the house. The house bespoke an origin from the seventeen hundreds in innumerable ways, the resulting character so whimsical it made it hard to leave. Lost in his contemplations, Noel didn’t notice the footsteps padding across the floor behind him. When a woman drew up on his right side, it startled him.”If it brings any consolation, I can assure you I’m no ghost.” Her voice, caught somewhere between a chide and a laugh, forced him to a shaky pause.
By the time he regained some grip on his speaking power, she’d drawn back a step.
“Even if you were a specter, you’d make for a pretty one,” he assured her, adding an arch wink for equilibrium.
Candy’s annoyance from their past encounters grew when she heard his words. Skipping to the more important issue of his presence, she whirled about so she now faced fully in his direction. “What are you doing here anyway?”
At some point during this shaky exchange, Lacy had wandered out, leaving them to their own boiling battle. Noel thrust this observation out of the way. Here or not, he wasn’t about to lay the full resp
onsibility off on the two Lacy and Marie, not after they had shown him such kindness. Opting for the precarious truth, he told Candy, “I had someone I wished to speak with.”
Candy scrutinized him with the utmost care. “If I’ve any personal intelligence, I can guess who it is you mean. Couldn’t you have saved it ‘til after Christmas?”
“So good to see you too. That’s one terribly long trip for a person to hardly offer a “hello” before they push you out the door. I only wanted to apologize. Will you give me at least two minutes of your time?”
Against her better wishes, Candy gave this request intense consideration. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, to herself or anyone, she had missed having him with her in her life. Finally, she heaved a weighty sigh. “Have at it then, what are you after?”
Fresh happiness shone through Noel as his empty confidence dispersed. “I know you won’t want to believe me, but from the moment I first saw you Candy Frost I’ve loved you. Even when I could not have you, it did not stop the way I felt.”
Candy’s brow’s crinkled. “When you could not have me, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Whenever was that?”
Noel chuckled. “You’d probably be smart to sit down for this.”
Candy dropped to the foyer floor. She watched him with distrust, thick enough to press to.
Noel carried on, “When you found me on a street bench, I was no poor homeless human. At first, I had come here, to Earth, sent by my superior—another angel like myself. He demanded I learn more about my position, but somewhere along the line I, became sidetracked.”
As soon as she heard this Candy started to laugh. After a few seconds however, she halted, better controlling her emotions. “Why should I believe that?” She carefully responded. Eyeing him with speculation, she looked for some proof of his story. When she found nothing she fell silent.
“You don’t believe a word I’m saying do you?” Noel brushed the fact aside, “I couldn’t expect you too after all.”
“Why should I anyway?” Appearing to be searching for some reason in the whole outrageous conversation, she stared intently at his form.
Noel shook his head. “I don’t have a reason. All I have is this; it was given to me before I landed here. Of course,” He continued as he reached for the small token his superior had given to him, “I don’t expect you to believe that either.” Withdrawing the little piece from his pocket, he stretched out his hand, unfolding his fingers. To the astonishment of both, the little white treasure now held a strong glow, so bright it nearly lit the entire room.
Candy kept on staring, “Is it some funny sort of trick?”
“Believe what you want,” Noel reached a little closer to her, “either way it’s yours if you want it. They said it’d provide protection, but whatever you want to think.”
Again, Candy fell silent. After a short minute, she reached out for his gift. Now grasping it in her own palm, “I’m sorry,” She offered with shy repentance.
Noel only smiled, “It really doesn’t matter. If it did, I would never have chosen to stay.”
Candy frowned a little; her fingers combed through the long waves of her hair. “Why did you stay anyway?” she inquired. “You could have had supernatural powers.”
Noel inched a few steps closer, surprised that she didn’t flee. “I could have had all that and more, but I wouldn’t have had the one thing I wanted most,” he explained. “I was offered the decision,—a wonderful Christmas present if you’re asking me. I got most of what I wanted; how about you?”Her head spinning in time with her confusion, Candy grasped for the nearest wall. Was any of it real? She looked up to the ceiling. I can’t believe myself, she thought. “So, what happens next?”
“That depends on you. Are you willing?” Noel reached out for her hand.
Candy gasped. “Yes. Wow.” She said, her jittery nerves causing her to tremble as she took the hand he offered, now completely certain, “Yes.”
Epilogue
The following day, evidence of Christmas morning shimmered all around them. Candy and Noel sat before the beautiful her sisters had assembled sometime before. They held tightly to each other’s hands, determined never to leave. That had happened once already. To each side, Candy’s family encircled the magical display, the tree with its blue and white lights glowing, and topped by a harmonizing angel. At the base, countless presents lined its skirt. What more could a person want?
Her smile locked in place, Candy snatched up one of the gifts, tearing at the yellow paper. She swung over to Marie. “A set of sheets for my master bedroom. Thank you so much! The presents are all very exciting; but Marie, Lacy…” She paused, her expression almost lost. After a few seconds she told them, “I don’t know exactly how to go about this. Were it not for the both of you, I never would have straightened out this whole mess.” Her gaze drifted to Noel and she said, “This was the best unasked for Christmas present.” Her face warmed and she giggled. “Merry Christmas, darling. I love you I’ll always love you.” Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes—a few of them streaming down her cheeks.
About to reach for a present all his own, Noel drew up short and switched directions. One choice. Using two fingers to dust the dampness from her face, he slid his lips across her heated skin. “For more of an angel then I could have ever dream of being—I love you, Candy.”
That Christmas the snow fell heavily on the Frost mountain lodge, leaving the family locked inside. No one minded. Marie had her cooking to distract her, and Lacy had the songs she loved. The boys had their mischief, Candy had Noel had each other, and every one of them had received their Christmas wish.
About the Author:
As a novelist, I enjoy my work immensely. My first book, A Fairytale was written when I was eleven years old for an assignment I had in sixth grade. While the rest of the class was writing one or two pages, I created a book more than ten pages long. Seeing as I’ve loved to write since I was in first grade, it seemed the logical path to take.
Miracles in the Making is my first novella. Up to this point however I have published two other novels, Dishonorable Intentions and Stranger by Morning. Right now I am working on a fresh romance, Almost Wonderful, which should be released in the near future.
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www.adriennedavenportbooks.com.
I currently live in the beautiful town of Moab, Utah. When I am not writing I can usually be found spending time with my young son, Julian. As a single mom, it was a challenge at first to find a happy medium, but my son always comes first! I never stop loving what I do. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for your support.
I welcome any feedback. My email is [email protected]. I look forward to hearing from you.
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Adrienne
Also from Adrienne Davenport:
Dishonorable Intentions
by Adrienne Davenport
eBook ISBN: 9781615724116
Print ISBN: 9781615724123
Historical Romance
Plus-Novel of 125,746 words
Hidden amongst the rolling hills of Scotland’s rugged countryside sits Kinrara Keep, home to the beautiful and spirited Countess of Kinley. Determined to never marry, Jezebel has but one goal: to care for the home she loves and the aging servants who are her only family. But fate it seems has a far different plan for Jezebel.
Aiden Darlington, the wealthy and powerful Duke of Thistledowne has offered Jezebel his hand in marriage. By rejecting him she risks his wrath, but was she to accept she would be risking far more. Now Aiden’s life is threatened and Jezebel is the prime suspect. Caught amidst a maelstrom of passion and danger, either Aiden or Jezebel dares to acknowledge the love that is enfolding between them. Even as they fight to resist its force however they cannot deny that it is that very love which
could ultimately be their salvation. If only they could find the courage to reach for it.
Now, turn the page to read Chaper One from Dishonorable Intentions
Dishonorable Intentions: Chapter One
Six months later: April 1st, 1822
Kinrara Estate, Scotland
“May I offer you assistance, My Lady?” the young stable boy asked his mistress as she once again attempted to throw herself into the saddle of the giant black destrier she attempted to mount.
“No, Carrick. Thank you, but no. I tell you, I will conquer this beast if it is the last thing I do!” Jezebel, Countess of Kinley and Lady of Kinrara, stated with a boundless determination and spirit that completely parried her young age and diminutive height.
“As you wish, my Lady”, the young stable boy replied, still eyeing the dark horse with trepidation.
Gritting her teeth in determination, the stable hands lingering presence going unnoticed, Jezebel sucked in a breath and launched herself upward with all of her strength. After a small struggle, she gained the triumph of the horse’s saddle.
“Stubborn creature!” she grumbled low, knowing the fault of her difficulty did not fall on the animal. As if he heard her thoughts, Dark Storm nickered playfully. Jezebel knew he was laughing at her. Cursing vividly, calling the beast ten kinds of devil, she grasped the reins and kicked. Horse and rider raced out of the stable and through the gates of the keep, a whirlwind of fluent motion, sharing in the wild freedom they had delighted in time and again since his presentation to her, by her father on her fourteenth birthday. Closing her eyes, she remembered the moment in all its warm color.
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