she hurried toward her store, only to come to a stop when she saw the sign on the door.
Gone skiing. Come back later.
The town of Fool’s Gold was like something out of a cheesy made-for-TV movie, Gabriel thought as he followed Noelle’s directions. There were plenty of people on the streets and every single one he passed greeted him in some way. Women walked arm in arm, the sidewalks were shoveled and sanded and all the storefronts were decorated with turkeys or leaves or painted with some Thanksgiving tableau. Talk about surreal. He half expected dancing lampposts or singing forest creatures to escort him.
The last time he’d seen his brother, Gideon had been malnourished, bruised and mentally shattered. His brother had been taken prisoner by the Taliban and kept for nearly two years. He’d been in a cell with several other Americans, all of whom had been tortured regularly. Gideon had been the only one to survive.
Gabriel had visited him in the military hospital where he’d recuperated before being discharged. From there Gideon had gone to Bali, where he’d worked on getting himself back to whatever his degree of normal was going to be. Gabriel couldn’t reconcile the soldier his brother had been, or the broken prisoner, with anyone who would live in a town like this. What the hell had happened?
He knew he wouldn’t get an answer until he got the chance to talk to his brother himself. In the meantime, he kept moving until he found the office he was looking for. He ignored the jabbing pain in his hand and how tired he was.
He went inside and walked down the hall to the office marked Fool’s Gold Department of Festivals. He knocked once and entered.
The room itself was large, with a big desk, chairs for visitors and color posters of more fantasy events in the freakish town. But what really caught his attention was the tall redhead who stood when she saw him.
She was beautiful. No, that wasn’t the right word. She was stunning, with green eyes and pale skin. A sweater showed off perfect curves. Her eyes widened as she hurried around the desk.
“Gabriel! You’re here. Noelle just called and told me you had brought her into town. I appreciate you helping my friend. She’s not a very good driver in the snow. I’ve done my best to explain the theory of staying in control on a slick road, but she seems to learn best by doing. I suppose winter driving is a skill more easily mastered through practice.”
She paused and put her hands on his upper arms. “I see so much of your brother in you. There are variations, as well. How interesting. I have no siblings, so all my observations about the subtle differences and similarities within a biological unit have been with friends or people I work with.”
Noelle had warned him Felicia was intelligent. She obviously hadn’t been kidding. Smart and beautiful, he thought as she stared at him. Funny how despite that, the smile that had most affected him today had been Noelle’s.
Her mouth trembled slightly as that smile faded. “I feel compelled to hug you,” she admitted. “Is it too soon?”
“Go for it,” he said, holding open his arms.
Felicia stepped into his embrace. She hung on with more strength than he would have guessed. He hugged her back, thinking Gideon would have his hands full with this one.
She stepped back and motioned toward one of the chairs by her desk. “How was your trip? Are you tired?” She sat back down.
“I’m okay.”
She stared at his hand. “That’s the injury Gideon told me about? I understand there’s no tendon or nerve damage.”
“I was lucky.”
“You were. Based on placement you could have easily severed...” She paused, then sighed. “You would know that better than me.”
“Maybe not.”
She grinned. “I’m sorry. When I get nervous I talk too much.” She bounced back to her feet and crossed to a table by the window. Once there she picked up a box and brought it to him. Inside were rows of crisp, red apples.
“They’re grown locally,” she said. “The last of the season. Delicious.”
He took one, but didn’t bite into it.
She took her seat again. “Carter is very excited to meet you. He and Gideon are in Sacramento, doing some shopping.” She paused. “You know about Carter, right?”
“Gideon’s son. Yes, he told me.”
“Good. He’s so interesting to have around. He does have occasional emotional outbursts, but I’m sure they’re the result of hormones. For the most part, he’s fun and enjoyable. He’s responsible, too. He takes good care of Webster.” She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry. You’ve never met him and my observations have no value at this point. It’s just...your approval would mean so much.”
He frowned. “My approval about what?” The dog? The kid?
“I’m marrying your brother.”
Her voice was soft, tentative. Gabriel wanted to bolt for the door. She wanted his approval because she was joining the family? Was she kidding? Didn’t she know he hadn’t seen his parents in over a year and barely had any contact with his brother? They’d spoken more arranging his visit than they had in the past decade.
“I’m sure you two will be very happy,” he said, hoping he sounded friendly instead of trapped.
“We will,” she assured him. “Gideon and I are well suited. We have a shared love of the town and Carter, of course. I was in the military, so I have a basic understanding of what he went through while he was abroad. We’re both committed to our relationship and the family unit and there is excellent sexual chemistry.”
She paused, her eyebrows drawing together. “I shouldn’t have mentioned the latter. That’s more of a girlfriend topic.”
Despite the throbbing in his hand, the exhaustion clawing at him, he laughed. “I can handle it,” he told her. “Just don’t give me details. We’re talking about my brother.”
She smiled. “Yes, of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” The smile faded as she paused. “Your parents will be arriving soon.”
“I’d heard. It’s going to be one big family Christmas.” He glanced down at his hand. A tiny spot of blood had seeped through the white gauze. No doubt what had caused Noelle to nearly faint. She was a lightweight, he thought humorously. She wouldn’t last thirty seconds of his workday. Not that he would want her to see what he’d been dealing with on a daily basis for the past decade.
“Do you think you could tell me what they’re like?”
It took him a second to realize Felicia meant his parents and not his life as a trauma specialist in the army.
“I’m not sure what you want to know,” he admitted, returning his attention to his future sister-in-law. “My parents were very traditional. Mom took care of business and Dad told us all what to do.”
Felicia frowned.
