Christmas
in His Arms
by
Avery Chandler
CHRISTMAS IN HIS ARMS
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Text copyright © 2020 by Avery Chandler
Excerpt from Switched at Marriage © 2020 by Avery Chandler.
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Published by Avery Chandler
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHRISTMAS IN HIS ARMS
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Excerpt from SWITCHED AT MARRIAGE
About the Author
DEDICATION
To those who feel as if they have no voice, who have lost themselves: You matter. You deserve a better life. Find your courage and take the first step toward freedom. Visit thehotline.org and seek the help you need.
CHAPTER ONE
The snow struck her in the face while blinding flakes bit into her skin. It was nearly midnight, and Sarah Walsh trudged through the New York City streets in search of a hotel room. She gripped the edges of her jacket, wishing she’d brought a hat or gloves. But there had been no time.
The throbbing pain of her bruised cheek kept her going. I’m not going back to him. I can’t.
After two years of marriage, she couldn’t live in the shadow of fear any longer. Her husband had struck her cheek with his fist, sneering, “If you want to leave, then go. You’re an idiot if you think you can get anywhere without me.”
Ben didn’t believe she would do it. He probably thought she’d come crawling back, broken and subservient. Not this time. She couldn’t.
Her hands were trembling, though it was from more than the cold. It was the bone-deep fear within her that he was right. She had no job, no family in the city, no friends at all—Ben had made sure she stayed isolated. All she had left were the clothes on her back, one credit card, and forty dollars cash in her pocket.
She touched her hand to her aching cheek and tried to push back the fear. Keep walking. Keep moving forward. Find a hotel. You can figure the rest out later.
The warm glow of the Harrow Suites illuminated the snow only a block away. She wasn’t sure she could afford the hotel, but maybe the rate would be cheaper this late at night. Then again, every room in the city cost hundreds of dollars per night. But she had a credit card, and that was all she needed right now.
Sarah trudged past piles of snow and black trash bags lined along the curb. She heard the familiar sounds of sirens and taxis blaring their horns while men and women crossed the busy streets. Scaffolding set up against a building offered a temporary shelter as she walked past the delicious aroma of a 24-hour coffee shop. What she wouldn’t give for a hot, steaming mug right now. Her torment continued when she passed a bakery with glass cases displaying freshly baked muffins and pastries. She’d skipped both lunch and dinner today, and her stomach reminded her that missing the meals had been a very bad idea.
When she reached the revolving glass doors of Harrow Suites, Sarah stepped into the lobby and took a moment to warm herself. She didn’t know how bad the swollen mark on her face was, but she might be able to pass it off as rosy cheeks from the cold.
Her hands were still shaking, but she felt better with each step forward. It’s going to be all right, she told herself as she approached the front desk. You’ll be safe now.
A woman in a navy blazer with blond hair in a French twist smiled at her with a silent invitation to approach the front desk.
Sarah hesitated, rubbing her hands together to ease the numbness. Another man was leaning against the doorway to the office. He was reading a piece of paper, his expression frowning. His dark brown hair was the color of polished wood, and he wore a charcoal gray suit tailored to his broad shoulders and lean waist. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties, and his face held the look of a man who carried a great deal of responsibility. A manager, she was certain.
When he spared her a fleeting glance, her nerves tightened. He was easily one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen—but then, two years of marriage had taught her that appearances were deceiving. Handsome men held a power of their own, an ability to get whatever they wanted—and that was the last thing she needed in her life right now. Instinctively, she shielded her thoughts, shoving back the raw emotions into an invisible box.
“Can I help you?” the front desk clerk asked. “Do you have a reservation?” Her gaze lingered a moment on Sarah’s face, but her smile remained.
“No, but I was hoping you’d have a room available.” As cheap as possible, she thought to herself. She didn’t know how long it would take to find a job or if anyone would hire her.
The clerk’s expression turned sympathetic. “I’m so sorry, but we’re completely sold out. There’s a convention in town, and we don’t have any rooms left.” She added, “If I knew of another hotel that had a room, I would call them for you. But as far as I know, everything is full.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.” Sarah managed a nod, as if it were nothing. But inwardly, she felt the rise of tears threatening. She couldn’t imagine returning to the streets at this hour in search of a hotel room.
She walked away from the desk but couldn’t quite bring herself to go outside. At least, not yet. The blizzard was raging, and she didn’t want to leave the warmth of the building.
Sarah walked over to one of the lobby chairs and sank into it. Her gut clenched, and she closed her eyes, trying to think of what to do now.
She’d been so stupid to leave her cell phone behind, but at the time, she was afraid Ben would find a way to track her with it. Now, she wished she had it so she could call other hotels. Instead, she’d have to use the phone at the front desk if they would let her.
Tears burned at her eyes, but she bit her lip hard. You can’t fall apart right now. Keep going.
“Excuse me,” a male voice interrupted. Sarah looked up and saw the manager from the front desk. His gaze fixed upon hers, and he frowned at the sight of her swollen cheek. His eyes were icy blue, and he had a faint dark bristle of beard on his cheeks, as if he’d been too busy to shave.
Her heart pounded at the sight of him, and she tensed. “Yes?” For a moment, she half-expected him to ask her to leave. The lobby was for guests, not for people who had no place to stay. And heaven knew, she looked homeless right about now. Her hair was soaked from the snow and so was her jacket.
Instead, the manager spoke quietly. “If you still need a room, there is one available.” His tone held a hint of compassion, and tears blurred her eyes. “Cora didn’t know we had a last-minute cancellation.”
Relief flooded through her, and Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She closed her eyes, pushing back the fear. It was going to be all right—at least for tonight. “I’m so glad,” she murmured. With a pained smile, she added, “I really didn’t want to go back into that storm.”
“I would have called a cab for you,” he said.
She was glad he hadn’t. Right now, she needed to save every penny she had left, and a ca
b was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
“Just check in with Cora, and she’ll set you up.” Though his demeanor was only professional, she sensed his sympathy. Her throat closed up, and she warned herself, Don’t cry. Instead, she stood and murmured her thanks again, trying to brave a smile she didn’t feel as she approached the front desk.
Sarah gave her credit card to the front desk agent, while she filled out a registration card. After she handed it back, there was a moment’s pause.
“I’m sorry, but your credit card was declined,” Cora said. “Do you have another method of payment you could use?”
Oh God. She didn’t have to ask why the card was rejected. Ben must have called and cancelled it.
For a moment, it felt as if her entire world had spun out of control and back into his circle of command. Panic gripped her stomach, and she felt the shame rising up. “I’m sorry. I don’t have another card,” she mumbled. And there wasn’t enough cash to cover the room.
Numbly, she stepped back, wondering what to do now. She returned to the lobby chair, and every step reminded her that she’d failed.
Outside, the storm pounded flakes against the glass windows. She needed a few moments to gather her courage. She could try to go to a shelter, but in this weather, it would be hard to find a place. Not to mention, Ben might find her there. She was convinced that he would hire people to look for her.
Hot tears gathered again, but she squeezed her wrists hard to hold back the emotions. She refused to cry. Tears wouldn’t do anything to solve her problems.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the manager watching over her. She couldn’t stay here much longer. She wasn’t a guest and had no right to stay in the lobby. Slowly, she took a deep breath and collected her courage. She didn’t have any money for another hotel, but she might be able to slip into the stairwell and hide for the night. It was so late, no one would look for her there. If not here, then in another hotel. And first thing in the morning, she would start looking for a job.
With the decision made, she stood from her chair and turned around…only to find that the manager was standing in front of her.
“I was just leaving,” she started to say, but he cut her off.
“No. You’re staying here tonight.”
Alec Harrow hadn’t missed the swollen bruise on the woman’s face or the shame in her eyes. He knew all the signs of abuse. When her credit card had been declined, she’d looked beaten down, as if another fist had plowed into her jaw. Someone had hurt her, and she needed sanctuary. He wasn’t going to let her go out into the blizzard tonight. If that meant giving up his own suite for the night, so be it. He could always return to his apartment if he decided to set aside the night’s work.
As the owner of Harrow Suites, he had forty hotels to manage along the east coast and another hundred hotels in Europe. One room was reserved for him in every hotel, and he made a habit of dropping in without notifying the staff. It was the best way to ensure that the hotels were running smoothly, and he prided himself on the chain he had built.
Alec studied the young woman discreetly for a moment. She was slender with shoulder length honey blond hair and a heart-shaped face. Her green eyes held such pain, he wondered how any man could try to hurt a woman. A large diamond rested on her left hand, and he suspected her husband had caused the blow. She wore jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that hid her figure. Her jacket was unzipped, but it was only a windbreaker—not nearly enough to push back the cold wintry air.
But more than that, he saw the stubborn pride in her face as she stood up to face him. “I’ll be all right.”
The woman was going to walk out of the hotel and into a blizzard, wearing that pitiful excuse for a coat. He could tell that she’d left with the clothes on her back and hardly anything to call her own. She wouldn’t accept his help, and if he didn’t stop her, she would leave. He couldn’t tell her that he was giving up his own room for her use, so instead, he thought up a lie.
“It was a mistake. The credit card went through the second time when I told Cora to try it again. It must have been a system malfunction.”
The look of relief on her face was stunning. “Really?” She closed her eyes a moment, and then smiled. “I’m so glad.”
He didn’t return the smile. Seeing her circumstances only brought back all the memories he’d tried to bury over the years. He had a thousand unanswered questions about this woman, but he knew better than to ask.
Don’t get involved, he warned himself. It’s not your battle to fight. He knew that, and yet, he couldn’t stand by and let this woman go out in a blizzard on a night like this.
He escorted her back to the front desk and said, “Cora will get you the key cards, but you’ll need to wait until the room is made up. I’ll call Housekeeping.” Jasmine lived down the street, and he could offer her overtime pay to come in and clean the room.
Alec excused himself to make the call while the woman signed the registration card. He stood at the doorway with the phone in his hand, though he hadn’t even dialed the number. Eavesdropping was much easier that way.
Cora put two plastic keycards in an envelope and said, “I’ll hold on to these for now until your room is ready. If you have a cell phone number, I’ll text you when the room is ready.”
“I don’t…have my phone with me,” the woman said. “I’ll just wait in the lobby if that’s all right.”
“Of course,” Cora said brightly. “There’s coffee at the station over there. Help yourself.”
Alec watched as the young woman walked back to the lobby chair. The pieces were starting to come together. She had no cell phone. One credit card that had been cancelled. Likely very little cash, and he didn’t know if she’d eaten a meal tonight. After she left the desk, he made the call to Jasmine and then a second call to room service for a tray of food.
“Mr. Harrow?” Cora asked in a low voice. “Are you sure about this?”
“That bruise didn’t come from a fall,” he muttered. “And yes. It’s only for one night.” He hadn’t planned on sleeping much anyway. This property wasn’t making enough of a profit, and he needed to spend time with the accounts and unravel where the problems were. He could work in the office for a few hours and return home once it was finished.
Cora had a worried look on her face, but she nodded. “You’re a good man, Mr. Harrow.”
“Don’t tell anyone.” The business world wasn’t kind to the softhearted. He’d built Harrow Suites from a small boutique hotel in the city, taking endless risks until he’d created a worldwide hotel chain. It was a fragile empire, but when it came to expansion, most of his rivals knew better than to underestimate him.
With that, Alec closed the office door, trying not to think of the woman in the lobby. He brought up a few of the spreadsheets he’d been working on, but he couldn’t concentrate. The numbers blurred together, and after half an hour, he gave up. A knock sounded at the door, and when he called out, “Come in,” he saw that the room service tray had arrived. He’d been careful to choose an assortment of appetizers, cookies, and soft drinks instead of a full meal.
“Thank you.” He signed for the charge and added a generous tip before he picked up the tray and walked into the lobby.
The woman was sitting in a large chair with her knees tucked beneath her while she stared out at the falling snow. It took her a moment before she noticed him standing there with the tray.
“You missed our complimentary appetizer hour,” he said. “We usually offer our guests drinks and snacks in the evening. I thought you might be hungry.”
She glanced at the tray as if she wanted to refuse, but her eyes lingered on a brownie. Her mouth pursed as if she were trying to keep from reacting to the food. When she hesitated, he asked, “Would you rather have a soft drink or coffee?”
The mention of a hot drink brought a warmth to her eyes. “Coffee would be great.” She drew her knees down and stared at the tray.
“Cream and sugar?”
He poured the coffee and brought over a second cup filled with flavored creamer cups and sweetener packets. She stopped eating the cookie and her face turned sheepish. “My grandma always said to start with dessert first. That way you always have room.”
Alec passed her the coffee and she held it a moment, warming her hands. Then she added four creamer pods and three packets of sugar. For a moment, she reminded him of a little girl, doctoring up her coffee.
“Do you want a cookie before I eat them all?” she offered. With a wry smile, she said, “I probably will.”
Alec shook his head. “I’ve already eaten.” He hadn’t, really, but he wasn’t about to take her cookies. Not when she was clearly so hungry. “I’ll leave you to them.”
“Thank you, Mr…?” She let the question trail away, but he wasn’t about to give his last name. Not when she could connect his identity to the hotel chain.
“You can call me Alec. And it was my pleasure.”
“I’m Sarah.” She didn’t offer her last name, and he didn’t ask. It was better for them to remain strangers.
He intended to leave but couldn’t quite bring himself to go. At least, not yet. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Not unless a job is something else you have on that tray,” she remarked before she shook her head. “I’m just kidding. Thank you for your help. I really do appreciate it.” This time, her mouth curved in a genuine smile. It lit up her face with a softness and beauty that caught him off guard. Though her blond hair was still wet from the snow and a tangled mess, he found her fascinating.
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