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Harlequin Superromance December 2013 - Bundle 1 of 2: Caught Up in YouThe Ranch She Left BehindA Valley Ridge Christmas

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by Beth Andrews


  “Hi. You look like you could use some hot coffee and a warm place for your family.” He didn’t respond, so she smiled and said, “I’m Maeve Buchanan. I live in the house next door.” He still made no response, so she added, “I have a woodstove going and the coffee’s hot.”

  The man glanced over his shoulder and an equally bundled woman with a thick brown braid trailing under her hat came into view. “Excuse my husband. He doesn’t function before seven, and even after that, manners aren’t his strong suit. I’m Josie, he’s Boyd and that little one is Carl, and we’d be very appreciative of someplace warm. The propane ran out about a half hour ago and it’s starting to feel like an ice chest in here.”

  Maeve smiled. “Well, grab what you need and follow my path across the parking lot. I’ll make some oatmeal.” Maeve smiled one more time at them before turning and following her track back across the lot.

  She could hear Josie telling her husband that she was going to see to it that Carl had more manners than his father.

  Maeve didn’t envy Boyd, because she doubted that the scolding had stopped, even when she couldn’t hear it any longer. She hurried back inside, took off her coat and boots, and slipped on her fuzzy slippers.

  She rarely greeted guests in her flannel pajama bottoms and robe, but she doubted the upstairs had warmed enough to make changing comfortable. She decided that given the circumstances, she wasn’t changing yet.

  Moments later, her guests arrived. Boyd had Carl in one arm and his free hand on Josie’s elbow. Maeve hurried over and let them in. “Welcome. You can hang your coats out here. The kitchen’s warming up nicely.”

  As Josie took off her coat, Maeve couldn’t miss what the bulky winter coat had disguised. Not only was her guest pregnant, she was very pregnant. “Oh, my, you come right in and sit down.”

  She hurried into the living room and pulled Mrs. Anderson’s rocker into the kitchen next to the stove. “Here you go. You sit here and warm up.”

  “Thank you for the invitation,” Boyd said formally.

  Maeve wanted to laugh because she was pretty sure that Josie had fed those words to her husband. But she simply smiled and said, “You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do.”

  “It’s a lot more than most would,” Josie said. “We were so thankful to find your town and the parking lot last night. It was the worst weather I’ve ever been out in. The little man—” she mussed her son’s hair as he climbed up on her lap “—slept through the whole thing.”

  “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can get out and buy more propane,” Boyd hurried up and added.

  “Really, it’s fine. It’s not as if I planned on doing anything but hibernate inside today,” she said. “So, where are you all heading?”

  The four of them sat down at the table, and Josie told their story over a breakfast of oatmeal and toast.

  From that one question Maeve learned that the small family was heading to North Dakota, which was supposed to be experiencing a job boom. She learned that Boyd could do anything if he set his mind to it. He’d worked construction, and then worked at a plastic plant where he’d been a manager.

  Maeve learned that Josie and Boyd had started dating in high school and married right after they’d graduated. Boyd had gone to work and Josie had gone to the state university campus in Plattsburgh. Josie had almost finished her degree when she had problems with her first pregnancy and had taken time off. She’d been heading back to school to finish her final term when she’d gotten pregnant with the new baby and, given her problems with Carl’s pregnancy, she decided to wait until after the baby was born to go back to school and get her degree. “But I’m going to finish,” she announced with such conviction that Maeve was sure she would.

  The snow had eased up a bit, but the wind continued to blow fiercely. Maeve stood. “I’d better put some more wood in the stove in the basement.”

  “May I bring in more wood for you?” Boyd asked.

  “That would be a huge help,” Maeve said. “It’s in the small shed at the back of the driveway.”

  He nodded, put on his coat and boots and headed out.

  “Thank you for giving him something to do,” Josie said as Boyd shut the door. “He hates feeling as if he’s taking a handout.”

  “I’m pretty sure sharing a woodstove and some oatmeal doesn’t constitute a handout. It’s merely the neighborly thing to do. It’s nothing.”

  “Not to you, but it means a lot to us. I was so worried about Carl. It was freezing in the RV. Let Boyd help. He’ll feel better about taking advantage of you.”

  Maeve snorted. “Well, there was no advantage taken, but if I can get out of carrying in wood, I’m glad to oblige.”

  Josie laughed. “He’s generally much friendlier. But between losing his job, then the house, and worrying about me, the new baby and Carl...it’s taken a toll.”

  That explained why they were heading to North Dakota at the start of winter. The Lake Erie region was known for its harsh winters, but North Dakota was colder by far.

  Maeve sensed that Boyd wouldn’t have appreciated his wife sharing that part of things. “Well, when we’re in the midst of a storm like this, the more the merrier is what I say.”

  After the stoves were both loaded, she left the family to themselves while she ran upstairs to dress. When she came back down, Boyd was bouncing Carl on his knee and smiling. But when he spotted her, the smile disappeared and his expression turned serious again.

  Maeve handed a small pile of books to Josie. “I thought Carl might enjoy a story. I’m going to head out and start the snowblower.”

  “Let me,” Boyd said.

  Normally Maeve would bristle and inform him that she was more than capable of clearing her own driveway, but remembering Josie’s words, she smiled instead. “I’m pretty sure there’s enough snow out there for the both of us. And when we’re done, if you move your RV to my side of the parking lot, you’re welcome to hook up to my utilities. We’ll have to give the plows a chance to clear the roads, but then we can head to the store and get you some propane. My truck’s got four-wheel drive.”

  Boyd didn’t say anything. For a moment, Maeve thought that he was going to refuse the hook up and the ride, but he looked past her at Josie, then said, “I’ll pay you for the cost of the utilities and the gas.”

  “The drive is a couple blocks. Normally I’d walk, but I’m sure the sidewalks aren’t cleared and I don’t think we want to carry a propane container. As for the electricity, we’ll work it out.”

  He nodded, bundled up and headed outside.

  “Thank you,” said Josie.

  Maeve nodded as she put on her outdoor gear again. “Really, it’s my pleasure.”

  She started for the door, but Josie stopped her. “You sort of live by your motto, don’t you?” She pointed at Mrs. Anderson’s cross-stitch. I can’t save the world, but I can try.

  “That was a friend’s. She saved me in so many ways. This doesn’t even begin to compare.”

  “It does to me, and despite his bearishness, it does to Boyd, too.”

  Maeve nodded. “I’m glad to help. You stay near the stove, but watch Carl. It gets hot and I wouldn’t want him to be burned.”

  “Will do.”

  Maeve followed Boyd out into the snow, thankful to get away from Josie’s studying gaze. The small woman had a look about her that said she saw more than Maeve wanted to share.

  Maeve had never shared easily. She was a private person.

  But sometimes, especially over the past year, as she watched Sophie, Lily and Mattie bond over the loss of a friend and then grow closer and become friends in their own right, she wished she had someone she could confide in like that. Oh, the three women were her friends. She went to their showers and weddings, but they only knew her on the surface. And Josie, a practic
al stranger, already looked at her as if she knew more than the surface bits Maeve felt comfortable sharing.

  It was disturbing and tantalizing at the same time.

  Maeve guessed she could afford to be a bit more relaxed around Josie. After all, when the weather cleared, she’d be heading to North Dakota with her family.

  So for today, and maybe even tomorrow, Maeve would let Josie be the friend she’d always hoped for.

  * * *

  AARON HOLDER BUNDLED into a pair of Carhartt overalls and a coat. The thick layers of cloth were constrictive and stiff. He felt like Ralphie’s little brother in A Christmas Story. If he fell onto his back, he suspected he’d give a very turtlelike impression as he tried to right himself.

  He’d been in Valley Ridge less than a week and already wished he was back in Florida. If he was, he’d take his coffee onto his back porch—a lanai in local parlance—fire up his laptop and work there in shorts.

  He stuffed his feet into a pair of boots. In his Florida fantasy, he was barefoot.

  Sure, Orlando got some colder weather, but not in November. And when an occasional cold day hit, he might need to wear jeans and a sweatshirt, but he’d never woken up to snow that was measured in feet. Many feet.

  He loved his uncle Jerry, but he wished he’d said no when he’d asked Aaron to spend a few months in Valley Ridge in order to mind the store. His uncle had pointed out that Aaron could do his work anywhere, and that the employees at Valley Ridge Farm and House Supplies took care of most of what needed to be done at the store. All Aaron would have to do was keep an eye on things. Uncle Jerry wanted someone from the family at the business’s helm because, as he said, “I have the best employees, but family is family, and blood is thicker than water.”

  And because Aaron had grown up with the Holder family motto, Family is Family, he found it impossible to say no. His family’s near obsessive drive to support each other was why he was bundled up and heading out to plow the Valley Ridge Farm and House Supplies’ lot on a post-blizzard November morning. The store would open, albeit late. But from the looks of the quiet main street of Valley Ridge, all the businesses in the area would be opening late today—if they opened at all.

  He hoped his uncle’s arthritis was benefiting from the warm dry heat of Arizona.

  Aaron opened the garage door and a foot of snow tumbled in. He cursed under his breath as he climbed into his uncle’s truck. He’d made two passes when another truck pulled up in front of the store, leaving tire imprints in the six inches of snow that had fallen since the snowplow had last gone by.

  A woman got out. She was bundled up almost as much as he was. Red hair stuck out wildly from under her hat. A man got out of the passenger side and pulled a propane tank out of the bed of the truck.

  “Can you fill the tank?” the woman asked.

  “I could. I think the question you want to ask is if I would.” Aaron felt immediately apologetic. He shouldn’t take the fact that he hated the snow out on customers.

  He was about to say as much and apologize for being snippy when the redhead asked, “Where’s Jerry?” Her tone suggested she wanted to find his uncle and tattle on him.

  Aaron had grown up with three younger sisters who liked nothing better than running to their parents with stories of his abuses—some real, some imagined. Maybe that was why he bristled, or maybe it was simply something about this woman that inherently annoyed him. “Jerry’s in Arizona, basking in the warmth, so if you want to tattle, you’ll have to call him to do it. I can give you his number.”

  Despite her layers of clothing, he could see her back straighten to the point of breaking. Her words came out measured, as if she was struggling to hold her tongue. “I would prefer it, sir, if you simply filled the tank, then we’ll let you get back to your plowing.”

  “Anything you say, Red.” He smiled, hoping she’d read the apology behind his words. But then realized she might find being called Red insulting.

  “Sorry,” he said, hoping that a spoken apology at this point could cover his multitude of failings with this particular customer.

  She didn’t acknowledge his apology. The now silent woman and the always silent man followed him as he filled the tank. “That’s—”

  The redhead cut him off. “Can you simply put it on my account? I’ve got to come back later and get some salt for the library steps.”

  “And your account is?”

  “Maeve. Maeve Buchanan. Or maybe your uncle has it filed under the Valley Ridge Library. Either way, that’s me.”

  He nodded. “Fine, Maeve Buchanan of the Valley Ridge Library. I’ll do that.”

  “That’s much better than Red,” she muttered as she turned around and waded back to her truck. Once there, the man started arguing with her about something.

  Now, that was an odd romance, Aaron thought as he got back into his truck. Maeve. Maeve Buchanan. She was a bristly thing. The town librarian, from the sound of things. He’d have to do a better job apologizing when she came back later for her salt. Aaron had promised his uncle he’d look after the place and he didn’t think chasing away customers would qualify as doing a good job of it.

  Maeve.

  Maeve Buchanan.

  He’d remember her name.

  * * *

  “YOU SEEM RILED,” the hitherto silent Boyd said as Maeve pulled back into her now clear driveway.

  “You think?” she snapped and immediately felt sorry. The fact that the stranger at the store was awful didn’t mean she needed to be, as well. “Sorry.”

  Boyd nodded. “Being called Red seems to have set you off.”

  “Humph.” Maeve remembered when Mrs. Anderson first introduced her to L. M. Montgomery. Anne with an “e” was one of her favorite characters, and Maeve had definitely commiserated with Anne when she broke a slate over Gilbert Blythe’s head because he called her Carrots.

  Maeve was pretty sure that being called Red was as bad as being called Carrots. It was lucky for the man who was filling in for Jerry that she didn’t carry a slate around, otherwise she’d have been tempted to follow Anne Shirley’s example.

  “If you don’t mind,” Boyd started hesitantly as if talking to anyone other than Josie was a strain, “I thought I’d take your snowblower out and help some of your neighbors. Looks like some of them are slow getting cleared out.”

  “A lot of them are elderly,” she told him. “I was going to go out and do that myself.”

  He silently studied her a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, I can see you doing that. But if you don’t mind, I could do it this once.”

  “If you’ll have dinner with me without snapping your spine telling me you don’t need my charity, I’ll graciously accept your offer to help out my neighbors,” she said.

  “Snapping my spine?” he asked, and for the first time, Maeve thought she saw a hint of a smile in his expression.

  “I think you and I both have our fair doses of pride, but I think for Josie’s sake, you need to put some of yours aside and let me help.”

  He mulled her statement over for a moment and nodded. “I’ll try.”

  “Then I’ll put some of my pride away and let you help out my neighbors while I go in and check on Josie and Carl. I’ll have some soup on for lunch when you come in.”

  “About noon?” he asked.

  Maeve nodded. “Sounds good.”

  She stomped her boots off before she went back into the house. Carl was sitting at the table, playing with some plastic measuring cups and dry cornmeal.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” Josie said quickly. “I’ll clean up any mess he makes.”

  “I definitely don’t mind. What’s a bit of cornmeal?”

  Josie went to stand, and then grimaced.

  Maeve hurried to her side. “Josie?”

  Josie wa
s silent and her expression grew more serious. Slowly she relaxed and looked at Maeve. “I had a twinge about an hour ago, and now this one.”

  Maeve had been a bookworm her whole life, which meant she knew a little about a lot of things, but other than understanding the basic mechanics of birth, she knew very little about the process. “Could you be in labor?”

  “No.” Josie seemed panicked at the thought. “It’s too soon. He has at least another month to go. I’m sure it’s only Braxton Hicks contractions.”

  Maeve didn’t know Braxton Hicks from Adam, but she knew that she did not like the situation. And she was equally sure that Boyd wouldn’t like it, either. “Sit down and let me make a call. I have a friend who’s a nurse. I’ll see if she can come over.”

  “In this weather?” Josie asked.

  “The snow’s stopped and your husband’s out there personally clearing my half of Valley Ridge, as well. Plus, Lily lives close enough to walk if need be.”

  Josie shook her head. “I won’t have anyone walking—”

  “Shh,” Maeve interrupted. “Don’t argue or I’ll think you’re as stubborn as your husband.”

  Josie laughed, which had been Maeve’s intent.

  “You tell your friend it’s not an emergency,” Josie warned her. “I don’t want her hurrying over here and inconveniencing herself more than she already will have to.”

  “I’ll tell her that we don’t think it’s anything, but want to be sure.” Maeve got her cell phone from the window ledge. Thank goodness it still had a charge. She went out to the front room and dialed Lily’s number.

  “Hello?” the almost–Mrs. Bennington answered.

  “Getting pre-wedding jitters yet?” Maeve asked by way of a greeting, though she already knew the answer.

  “As long as Sophie’s Tori doesn’t speak up at my wedding, there’s nothing to worry about. I have everything planned to the nth degree,” Lily assured her.

  Their friend Sophie had been about to marry this summer when a stranger stood up and objected. The entire community was shocked to discover the girl, Tori, was Sophie’s biological daughter.

 

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