Marry Me at Christmas (Fool's Gold)

by Susan Mallery

  The last statement was delivered cheerfully.

  “You’re good at speaking your mind, too,” he said.

  She shook her head. “Not really. I try to be honest. You know, not waste everyone’s time with game-playing. But it’s a tough habit to break. I’m not advocating being mean at all. That’s not right, either. But I think the world would be a better place if we all stuck a little closer to the truth.”

  She paused and the corners of her mouth turned up. “I have no idea where that sermon came from.” She stood. “I should get back to my store before I start boring you with my theories on the meaning of life.”

  “You have theories?” he asked as he rose.

  “A few, but trust me, you don’t want to hear them. Anyway, I also need to get back to my store because in an effort to save money I hired part-time college students instead of full-time regular people.”

  “College students aren’t regular people?”

  “Not usually. And especially not when there’s a dusting of fresh powder up on the mountain. I live in fear of returning to my store and finding the door propped open and no one inside. Well, no one who works for me.” She paused. “It’s weird because the high school kids I’ve hired are really responsible. So I guess at nineteen they regress.”

  He had no idea what she was talking about but that was okay. Just listening to her voice was soothing. He also appreciated the information about his family. A case could be made that he should have known it all himself, but he didn’t.

  “It was nice to meet you,” she told him. “And I am sorry about the umbrella.”

  He waved off the apology. “You okay to get down the mountain?” he asked.

  She blinked at him, then her eyes widened. “Crap and double crap. My car’s stuck in a snow drift.”

  Crap was her idea of a swear word? She wouldn’t have lasted in Kandahar an hour, he thought, amused.

  “I don’t suppose you know anything about winter driving?” she asked.

  “As a matter of fact, I do. I went to medical school at Northwestern and I’ve been stationed in Germany more than once.”

  “Whew. Good. Then maybe you wouldn’t mind backing my car out of the drift? Then I can sort of point it down the mountain and I’ll be fine.”

  Instead of answering, Gabriel walked to the front door. Despite being barefoot, he headed out onto the porch and saw her small import nose-first in a bank.

  There were skid marks on the driveway and a couple of places where it looked like she’d fallen on her way up to the house.

  “This really is your first winter,” he said.

  She moved beside him and sniffed. “I have other talents.”

  He was sure that was true and he wanted to tell her they were likely far more interesting than an ability to drive in the snow. But she was a friend of his future sister-in-law and this was a small town and he wouldn’t be around for very long. All good reasons to only say, “I have no doubt.”

  He stepped back into the house and waited until she’d joined him to close the door.

  “Give me a second to put on boots and I’ll drive you back to town.”

  “You don’t have to go to that much trouble.”

  “Someone has to. I doubt you can make it on your own. Pointing the car in the general direction of town is not an option.”

  * * *

  Noelle nodded at the nice, handsome doctor before he turned away and retreated to the guest room. She sighed, thinking it just wasn’t fair. He was single—at least she thought he was—she was single. She wasn’t sure what else they had in common, but there had to be something. Regardless, she obviously hadn’t impressed him in the least.

  Oh, well. There were worse fates, she told herself. Just as soon as her busy season was over, she was going to get into a relationship. Maybe she would join one of those online dating services, or see if there were clubs for singles in town. If nothing else, she could put the word out with her friends. Most of them had recently fallen madly in love.

  Maybe there was something in the water, she thought as Gabriel walked toward her, taller now in sensible-looking snow boots.

  “Keys,” he said as he approached.

  She dutifully held them out. “I’m sure once I’m out of the snowbank I’ll be fine.”

  “I doubt that,” he said, shrugging into his jacket. “You’ll be a menace until you hit flat ground.”

  “That’s not very flattering.”

  He looked at her, his blue gaze steady. “Isn’t it true?”

  “Sure it is, but you’re being kind of blunt about it.”

  “I thought you liked blunt.”

  “Not as much as I thought.”

  She made sure Webster was secure in the house before closing the door and following Gabriel to her car. He told her to wait while he backed the car out of the snow, which he did in one easy move. The tires didn’t even skid—something she considered a personal betrayal. When she got her car back in the garage, they were going to have a little one-on-one conversation.

  Gabriel stopped beside her and opened the passenger door. She climbed in, instantly struck by how close the seats were and how much broader his shoulders were than hers. She fastened her seat belt and as she did, she glanced at him.

  He had a nice face, she decided. A little guarded and there were shadows under his eyes, no doubt from his hand injury and maybe traveling. But he was someone she would instinctively trust. Not that her instincts were anything to brag about, she thought. Look what had happened with Jeremy.

  Or not, she thought, facing front.

  “Is that the way?” he asked, motioning with his left hand.

  Instantly, she felt herself getting woozy. “Be careful with that,” she murmured. “It’s like a weapon.”

  He glanced at the bandage. “There’s hardly any blood.”

  She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Just the B word itself is bad. Yes, go down this road about three or four miles. At the bend in the road, turn right. Follow the signs and you’ll be heading into town.”

  She pressed a hand to her stomach and told herself to think pure thoughts. Or at the very least, distract herself.

  “You picked a really good time to visit,” she said, knowing she was about to babble and not caring. Babbling was better than fainting. Or throwing up. “There are always festivals in Fool’s Gold, but more so during the holidays. There are a couple of parades and a live nativity. I can’t wait for that because there’s going to be an elephant.”

  “In a nativity?”

  “Don’t judge. You don’t know for sure there wasn’t an elephant at the birth of baby Jesus.”

  “I’m actually pretty confident there wasn’t.”

  “Priscilla is a part of a lot of celebrations in town. She’s a member of the community, too.”

  “Priscilla the elephant?”

  “Do you know any other Priscillas?” She risked opening her eyes and was pleased to see that there was no bloody bandage in her peripheral vision.

  “She would be the only one.”

  “Okay, turn there,” she said, pointing when they reached the bend. “Follow that road into town. You’ll turn right on Frank Lane.”

  “Who’s Frank?”

  “I have no idea. It’s by 4th, which is where my store is. But yeah, Frank. I guess there’s more town history I have to learn.”

  “You know about the elephant. That should count.”

  He was nice, she thought, wondering if there was a subtle way to ask him to coffee. Or dinner. She glanced at his large hands resting on the steering wheel and wondered how badly things would go if she mentioned a sleepover.

  She pointed to her store, and he pulled in front and parked the car.

  She turned to him, prepared to offer a heartfelt thank-you, only to realize there was a problem. “How are you going to get back to Gideon’s house?”

  “I thought I’d go find Felicia.”

  She risked a quick glance at his hand, then turned aw
ay before she got faint. “Are you up to it?”

  “I’ll be fine. Just point me in the right direction.”

  She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I thought you didn’t believe in that.”

  “My concerns were specifically about your driving.”

  “I want to take offense at that, but there’s the whole snowbank issue that makes it less valid.”

  They got out of the car and she gave him directions to Felicia’s office. He handed over her car keys.

  “Thanks for the ride back,” she said, wishing she was better at the boy-girl thing. She used to be relatively okay at it. Obviously the lack of practice was showing. “I hope we run into each other again. Not literally,” she added, glancing at the snow still lodged in her fender.

  “I’d like that,” he said.

  She returned her attention to him, trying to judge what he was thinking. But his dark blue eyes gave nothing away. He smiled and gave a wave, then turned and started in the direction she’d told him.

  Noelle watched him go. When he turned the corner, she hurried toward her store, only to come to a stop when she saw the sign on the door.

  Gone skiing. Come back later.

  Copyright © 2013 by Susan Mallery

  ISBN-13: 9781460390924

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