by Ginny Baird
THE CHRISTMAS CATCH
By
Ginny Baird
Published by
Winter Wedding Press
Copyright 2012
Ginny Baird
Kindle Edition
ISBN: 978-0-9858225-2-1
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THE CHRISTMAS CATCH
John turned his attention on Tyler, waiting eagerly nearby.
“Ever been on a toboggan, young man?”
Tyler shook his head.
“Well then, you’re in for a treat. Hop on!” he instructed, positioning Tyler right behind Mason. Tyler promptly wrapped his arms around the dog, who leaned back to lick his face.
“Will he be all right?” Christine asked with concern.
“Sure. You’ll be right behind him, holding on.”
“And where will you be?”
“I’ll be hanging on to you.” John grinned and her heart melted.
Christine warned herself not to get carried away. It was just an outing in the country. But when John settled in behind her and snuggled her and little Tyler securely in his arms, she couldn’t help but blush in his embrace. He was so strong and capable. Though the steep slope ahead looked formidable, Christine had no qualms about her and Tyler heading down it with John.
“Ready?” he asked, as Christine gripped Tyler.
“What about Mason?”
“That old daredevil?” John asked with a laugh. “He’ll be fine!”
Then they were off, gliding at lightning speed down the snowy white slope.
“Whee!” Tyler shouted. “Whoohoo!”
Christine laughed with giddy delight, feeling like a child again herself.
“What do you think of Vermont?” John asked with a husky whisper.
The truth was that she loved it. Loved it even more than she could have imagined.
“It’s perfect,” she said with a happy sigh.
John hugged them a little tighter and settled his chin on her shoulder.
“I’m glad.”
Chapter One
Christine sat at her drafting table and focused intently on her sketch. In the background, cheery Christmas music played from her high-end system. Dan had bought it three years before as a Christmas gift for her. Christine tightened her lips in concentration, ignoring the familiar ache in her heart. She couldn’t quite get the angle of the sleigh. Perhaps if she brought it down closer to the rooftop…
“Mommy, it’s almost—”
Christine startled at the tug on her sleeve, nearly upsetting her coffee. She gripped the mug to steady it. “Tyler! How many times have I told you not to—?”
Saucerlike eyes brimmed with tears. “But I’m late for school,” he said, flagging his tyke-size cell in her direction. He clutched his big, black teddy bear, the one with the tattered ear. Christine’s cheeks sagged as her baby boy stood before the snowy window. Flakes beat down harder outside, but work—and preschool—would go on. This was Chicago, after all.
She drew Tyler into her arms, awash with shame. How many times had she snapped at him this week already? And it was only Tuesday. “Mommy loves you very much,” she said into his charcoal curls. “I’m so sorry.”
“I love you, too, Mommy,” his tiny, muffled voice returned.
Christine hugged him tighter, her gaze caught by a framed photo of Dan in his military fatigues standing with his new bride. He’d been so handsome and hopeful at the time. When Tyler smiled, he looked just like him. Christine thought back to the happy, carefree brunette Dan had fallen in love with, wondering what he might think of her now. Her role as a single parent clearly didn’t allow her to be carefree, but she wouldn’t trade being a mother for the world. Dan had left her with a host of happy memories, but the best gift he’d supplied snuggled up against her here.
Ellen was right in urging them to get away. Apart from being Christine’s boss at the greeting card company where she worked, Ellen was also her best friend. Ellen had noted the toll these last two years had taken on Christine and declared Christine was becoming ragged around the edges. Not only that, she was losing touch with her growing son. Christine denied it at first, but she could see it was true. A single tear slid down her cheek as she took in the Christmas decorations around them. Perhaps getting away would be good for her and Tyler, both.
“Mommy?” Tyler said.
“Yes, baby?”
“You’re holding me so tight I can’t breathe.”
Christine released him and thumbed his nose.
“You really are the best little boy a mom could hope for. You know that?”
“And you’re the best mom,” he said with deeply sincere eyes.
Children can be so wonderfully forgiving, Christine thought with a tender sigh.
“It’s snowing awfully hard out there,” she said, her voice brightening.
Tyler raised his brow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Christine shot him an impish smile. “So, how’s about you and me taking a little detour on our way into town?”
Tyler bounced on his heels. “Oh boy! You mean—?”
“I don’t think Auntie Ellen would fault me too much for running an hour behind on such a snowy day.”
“Can I get the Happy Stack?”
Christine ruffled her fingers through his hair, her heart brimming with affection. “You, little man, may order anything that you want.”
He beamed from ear to ear, a pint-size image of his dad.
“And while we’re there,” Christine continued. “I’ll tell you all about our upcoming trip to Vermont.”
Tyler scrunched up his face. “Vermont? What’s that?”
“It’s a state, sweetheart. Just a little ways away.”
He paused, considering this, then held his teddy up to his ear. “Jasper wants to know if there’ll be snow there.”
“At least as much as we’ve got here.”
Tyler listened to his teddy again. “Will we be there for Christmas?”
“You bet!”
Tyler hung his head, drawing Jasper into his chest.
Christine reached out a hand and gently raised his chin. “What’s wrong, honey?”
Tyler glanced at his Christmas stocking, then swallowed hard.
“Jasper doesn’t think Santa will be able to find us.”
“Trust me on this,” Christine said with a knowing air. “Santa will always be able to find us. Don’t you know he has his magical ways?”
Tyler twisted his lips in thought. “You mean like a GPS?”
A chuckle escaped her, in spite of herself.
“Something like that,” she said, steering Tyler toward the door. “Come on, let’s grab our coats. The Pancake Palace awaits!”
Christine sat in Ellen’s office in a glitzy skyscraper, a hazy view of the river just visible through the pounding snow.
“I’m glad you’re taking me up on this,” Ellen said, handing the plane tickets and a house key across her desk.
“It’s not exactly like I had a choice,” Christine said, accepting them.
Ellen shifted in her expensive leather chair. She was good at what she did and ran this departm
ent without a hitch. Christine only wished Ellen would give her a chance to prove herself as something more than a copywriter. Apart from having a knack for turning a phrase, Christine had artistic talent, too. She was certain she could put her own line together, given the opportunity. She’d fleshed out several concepts already, but Ellen wouldn’t even take a look. Ellen said she was burning out, that she needed to get away and recharge her batteries. No sense branching off into something new when Christine could barely keep up with the day-to-day, as it was.
Ellen centered her snazzy red frames on her nose, then said with assurance, “You’ll love it up there. Nice and peaceful, the perfect getaway for you and your boy. Give you two a chance to reconnect.”
“Plus, I’m doing you a favor,” Christine reminded her.
Ellen laughed heartily, tossing her chin-length auburn hair. “All right, already. You’re doing me a favor.”
Ellen’s book editor cousin was vacationing in Europe and needed a house sitter. Ellen, who generally accepted the holiday task, was jetting down to Mexico with some hot new number. Christine admired Ellen’s chutzpah in sticking with the dating scene year after year. Disappointments never seemed to faze her, and she remained hopeful—one boyfriend after the next—that this guy was finally the one.
“So, when do you go on vacation?” Christine asked.
“Day after tomorrow. Same day as you.”
“Guess you’ll be packing more lightly.”
“If you’re asking whether I’m taking the string bikini, the answer is yes.”
Christine was impressed with her older friend. Ellen was fifty but still had the figure of a woman in her thirties. Of course, Ellen and her Stairmaster worked at it. Christine got her workouts chasing after Tyler.
“How old is this guy?” Christine asked, betting he was several years younger.
Ellen furiously fanned her face with some desk papers. “Of age,” she said slyly. Suddenly, her face lit up. “Say! Maybe you’ll meet someone in New England?”
Christine stood, gathering her things. “You’re forgetting one very important fact. I’m not looking.”
“Pays to keep your eyes open,” Ellen said with a smile.
Chapter Two
“Mommy! Look out!” Tyler yelped from the backseat. Christine gripped the steering wheel of the huge SUV, wrenching them off to the side of the road and out of the path of the oncoming pickup. Her heart beat furiously as she brought the car to a halt and cursed the driving snow. This wasn’t some idyllic New England snowfall; they were caught up in a blizzard, one as blinding as they come.
“Tyler, baby,” she asked, reaching back and laying a hand on his leg. “Are you all right?”
She caught his big-eyed gaze in the rearview mirror. “That was cool! Can we do it again?”
“No,” Christine answered, breathing heavily. “We most certainly can’t do it again.”
Just then something knocked at her driver’s side window. Christine glanced quickly at Tyler, then cautiously lowered the glass.
A handsome man with a rugged face and stunning blue eyes peered into her vehicle.
“Everyone okay in there?” He wore a deep blue parka, jeans, and sturdy boots. A large golden retriever bounded up behind him, leaping against the side of the SUV and perching its paws on Christine’s windowsill.
“Doggie!” Tyler cried happily.
“Well hey there, little fellow,” the man said kindly before sternly commanding his dog. “Mason, get back in the truck.”
The dog immediately obeyed, springing inside the truck that sat across the road with its driver’s door ajar. The man turned his gaze on Christine and she unexpectedly felt her heart skip a beat. She judged him to be in his thirties, maybe five or six years older than she was.
“Yes, yes. We’re fine.”
“Good to hear,” the man said. “You nearly ran me off the road back there.”
“I nearly—?”
He shared a warming smile. “It’s not that I mind. It’s how it all comes out in the end that matters.”
She stared at him dumbfounded, lost in his blue gaze. He probably thought she was some sort of inexperienced city slicker. And he was right. Christine didn’t even own a car in Chicago and it had been some time since she’d driven one. She’d never been in anything with four-wheel drive, particularly anything this big.
“Where you folks headed?”
Christine lifted a map from the front console and handed it to him. The GPS had gotten them so lost, she’d turned if off over an hour ago. “Are we even going the right way?”
He studied the name of the village she’d circled, as the wind picked up around him. “Only if you want to take the long way there.”
“Oh, no.”
“You need to stay on this road for about five more miles then turn right at the fork. From there, you can follow the signs toward town. You got enough gas to help you along?”
Christine nodded, feeling her tension ease. Things would be all right, wouldn’t they? It hadn’t even been snowing when she’d picked up the SUV. Surely they were caught up in a sudden burst of storm that would abate in a short while.
The man stepped back and surveyed her vehicle with a shrill whistle.
“Looks like that front tire’s wedged in pretty deep.”
Her previous panic regained steam. “We’re stuck here, aren’t we?”
“Not for long,” he said with a grin. “Lucky for you, I carry a chain in my truck.”
Christine blinked hard, trying to gather her thoughts. She didn’t even know this guy, but still, when he looked at her, her silly heart went all a-flutter. Ellen was right. She’d been out of the scene so long she’d lost her ability to cope. She apparently couldn’t even make casual conversation with an attractive man without assessing his age and availability. Not that she was in the market, or anything like that. For all she knew, Mr. Good Samaritan and his trusty dog were taken. Though it was impossible to know about a wedding band, given the sensible gloves on his hands. Christine gasped when she realized that she’d been checking.
“Just hold it nice and steady!” he called through the howling winds. “I’m going to pull up ahead of you. Then, once you get going, I’ll let the chain drop. Whatever you do, keep your eyes on the road—and don’t stop!”
Christine’s heart hammered against her chest as she gripped the wheel. How nutty could she be? She was here to rebuild things with Tyler, not to find some fly-by-night romance for herself. She didn’t even believe in romance anymore. She’d already had the romance of a lifetime with Tyler’s dad, and he’d left her with responsibilities. At the moment, her number one priority lay in getting her son to safety.
“Get ready now!” the man shouted. “On three! One… Two…”
“Mommy, I gotta pee,” Tyler interjected.
“Not now, baby. Just hold it.”
“Three!”
At once, the front of their vehicle was airborne and Christine feared they’d careen off the road. Then the pickup moved ahead at a gradual pace until her fishtailing SUV centered itself on the road. Sweat beaded her brow as Christine muttered prayers under her breath. Finally, they were moving forward, going straight as an arrow down the narrow road. The pickup slowed, pulling onto the shoulder to let her pass. The heavy chain dropped to the snowy lane. Christine glanced in her rearview mirror as the man scurried out of his truck to scoop it off the road, his tail-wagging dog behind him.
“Who was that?” Tyler asked, as the pickup faded from sight.
Christine heaved a grateful sigh. “Our guardian angel.”
John sat in his truck with Mason, watching the beautiful woman and her son disappear through the snowdrifts. The kid was cute enough, but it was the mom who’d held his attention. What with those big, dark eyes and that long brown hair that fell in waves to her shoulders, it would be impossible for a man not to notice. Still, it was nonsensical that he’d paid attention to her looks. It wasn’t like he’d consider dating someone tha
t homicidal behind the wheel. Besides, where there was a boy, there was bound to be a father. John was nowhere near interested in getting tangled up in that. He had his fair share of picks in Burlington, and had always steered clear of single mothers. He wasn’t even sure he had room for a woman in his life. At this point in his career, a full-blown family was a nonstarter. If she was still married to the boy’s dad, that was even worse. John wouldn’t be touching that with a twenty-foot pole.
John pushed back his parka hood and shook his head, attempting to clear it. Maybe the December air had gotten to him, because here he was, thinking all sorts of crazy thoughts about a woman he didn’t even know. From the way she’d been totally thrown by the landscape and the tags on the rental SUV, she wasn’t a local resident anyhow, just someone passing through. Chances of seeing her around were minimal. But what did that matter to him? The most important thing was that she and her son got to where they were going without running themselves—or anyone else—off the road again.
“What did you think, old boy?” he asked, patting the retriever’s head.
The dog barked loudly.
“Yeah, they seemed like city slickers to me, too.”
Christine pulled the SUV to the side of the road and double-checked the address. Just ahead of them sat a classic farmhouse nestled in a snowy field behind a split-rail fence. She stepped into the biting cold to wipe the snow off of the sign dangling from a post at the head of the drive. WINTERHAVEN appeared in stenciled lettering. Winds whipped up as Christine battled her way back to the SUV, shielding her face with her coat sleeve. She clambered into the driver’s seat with a shiver and cranked up the heat another notch.
“Looks like we’re home,” she said softly to Tyler, who snoozed in his car seat. They’d paused for a potty break ten miles earlier then he’d promptly passed out from exhaustion. Not even the chill of the wind on his face woke him up as she carried him toward the house.
Moments later, Christine carted her sleeping boy over the threshold of the old-style structure. The great room was cozy yet elegant, with exposed wood beams and a large stone hearth. A fire had been laid for them in advance, a neat stack of logs and extra kindling sticks piled in a box nearby.