Second Chance Christmas (The Colorado Cades)
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His dad’s trailer was dwarfed by towering Sitka spruce. Mason used to like playing hide-and-seek in them. Now, having grown used to the open sea, the dark forest made him feel trapped.
It had been six long years since he’d been home.
Best as he could remember, he’d once enjoyed the whisper of wind through the boughs. Today, the world had fallen silent beneath the deepening blanket of snow. If pressed, he’d have to admit the evergreen and ice-laced air smelled damned good. Fresh and clean—the way his life used to be.
“This is the last place I expected to see you.”
“Same could be said of you.” Mason glanced toward the familiar voice to find little Hattie Beaumont all grown up. He’d seen her in the airport when he’d come in, but with Alec’s parents having been there, the timing was all wrong for any kind of meaningful conversation. That morning, at the funeral, hadn’t been much better. “Not a great day for an afternoon stroll.”
“I like it.” At the funeral, he’d been so preoccupied, he hadn’t fully absorbed the fact that the former tomboy had matured into a full-on looker. She was part Inuit, and the snow falling on her long dark hair struck him as beautiful. Her brown eyes lacked her usual mischievous sparkle, but then, given the circumstances, he supposed that was to be expected. “Feels good getting out of the house.”
“Agreed.” He rested his gloved hands on the shovel’s handle. “Snow expected to stop anytime soon?”
“Mom says we could see ten inches by morning.”
“Swell.” Around here, pilots flew through just about anything Mother Nature blew their way, but a major storm could put a kink in his plans to fly out first thing in the morning.
“We still on for this afternoon?”
He nodded. “Two, right?”
“Yes. Benton’s opening his office just for us, so don’t be late.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Little Hattie Beaumont, who never once made it to school on time, is lecturing me on punctuality? And how many nights did your mother send me out to find you for dinner?”
Eyes shining, she looked away from him, then smiled. “Good times, huh?”
“The best.” Back then, he’d had it all figured out. Perfect woman, job—even had his eye on a fixer-upper at the lonely end of Juniper Lane. Considering how tragic his parents’ marriage had ultimately been, he should’ve known better than to believe his life would turn out any different.
Joining the navy had been the best thing he’d ever done.
“Well...” She gestured to the house next door. “I wanted to thank Fern for the pies and ham she brought to the wake. Might as well check her firewood while I’m there.”
“Want me to tag along?” He’d forgotten the spirit of community up here. The way everyone watched out for everyone else. He’d lived in his Virginia Beach apartment for just over five years, but still didn’t have a clue about any of his neighbors.
“Thanks, but I can handle it.” Her forced smile brought on a protective streak in him for the girl who’d grown into a woman.
“I’m not saying you can’t. Just offering to lend a hand. Besides...” Half smiling, he shook his head. “I haven’t seen Fern since she ratted me out for driving my snowmobile across her deck.”
“She still hasn’t built railings. I’m surprised nobody’s tried it since.”
“What can I say? I’m an original.”
“More like a delinquent.” She waved goodbye and walked down the street, then shouted, “Don’t be late!”
“I won’t.”
“Oh—and, Mason?” He’d resumed shoveling, but looked up to find her biting her lower lip.
“Yeah?”
She looked down. “Thanks for coming. I really appreciate it.”
“Sure. No problem,” he lied. Actually, returning to Conifer had brought on an unfathomable amount of pain. Remembering Hattie’s big sister, Melissa—the love of his life—was never easy. Not only had she broken his heart, but spirit. She’d taught him trust should’ve been a four-letter word. He hated her on a scale he’d thought himself incapable of reaching.
Now that she was dead?
All that hate mixed with guilt culminated in killer heartburn and an insatiable need to escape.
Copyright © 2013 by Laura Marie Altom
ISBN-13: 9781460323205
SECOND CHANCE CHRISTMAS
Copyright © 2013 by Tanya Michna
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