are hardwired to love their grandkids,” he said, impressed with her bluntness. “As for you, what’s not to like?”
“Thank you for the compliment. I could compile a list of my flaws, but I know that’s not what you’re asking.” She drew in a breath. “I’m very nervous. Gideon always speaks of his mother fondly but he has more ambivalence about his father.”
“And he was the good son,” Gabriel said drily.
“You weren’t?”
Gabriel didn’t believe in dwelling on the past and he wasn’t going to start now. “My father was a drill sergeant. Great for the military but hell on the kids.” At least Gideon had always wanted to serve. “Just don’t let him boss Carter around.”
Felicia nodded. “We have a routine that is beneficial to all of us. I’ll be sure to protect that.”
He made the mistake of flexing his injured hand, then had to hold in a curse. “I should let you get back to work. What time do you head home?”
“Five.” She looked at him. “You must be tired. I can drive you up the mountain now, if you’d like.”
“I’ll be fine,” he told her. “I’ll wander around town until you’re ready.”
He gave her his cell number, then stood. “It’s nice to meet you, Felicia. My brother is a lucky man.”
Her expression softened and what could only be described as love filled her eyes. “I’m the lucky one. I’m glad to finally meet you.” Her mouth curved. “Whenever Gideon’s in a bad mood, I remind him that he once shared a womb with you. He finds the image so uncomfortable, he’s usually distracted from whatever is bothering him.”
Gabriel was a doctor and even he didn’t like to think about being in his mother’s belly or sharing the space with his brother. “You’re a twisted woman. Like I said, Gideon chose well.”
She came around the desk and hugged him again. “I’m so happy to have an extended family,” she said. “Even if it is by marriage.”
This time he was more comfortable hugging her back. She wasn’t anyone’s definition of normal, but to his mind, that concept was highly overrated. He had a feeling that she and his brother fit the way a couple was supposed to. He told himself to let his usual cynicism go and simply be happy for them. After all, it was that time of year.
He left her office and started walking through town. While the sky was clear, the temperature was cold enough to make him grateful for his bulky coat. He ignored the steady pain in his hand and occasional stumble. He could make a couple of hours. Once he was back at Gideon’s he would crash for a couple of days and wake up healed. At least that was the plan.
The small downtown was bustling. Even on a weekday afternoon. There were lots of stores, including a coffee place called Brew-haha. He stopped in for a drip to go and got a cupcake while he was at it. He wandered by the park, then saw Noelle’s store across the street. Not sure of his purpose, he crossed at the corner and walked toward the building.
She was in the window, putting a Help Wanted sign in front of the decorated Christmas tree. When she saw him, she smiled and waved, then motioned for him to come in.
The store was big and well-lit. There was more Christmas paraphernalia than any one person could want. Overhead beams simulated an actual attic and two or three train sets ran around the perimeter of the store. The air smelled of apples and cinnamon, and holiday music played in the background. A couple of women browsed what looked like the world’s largest teddy bear display.
“You found Felicia?” Noelle asked.
“I did.” He chuckled. “You were right. She’s smart.”
“And beautiful. It’s an annoying combination, but she’s my friend and I love her. Which I think makes me a superior person.”
Noelle laughed as she spoke. Her blue eyes were bright and happy. Everyone had secrets, he thought, but he would guess hers were the garden variety. No dangerous ghosts, no great loss. This was what home was like. Regular people living their lives. Like nearly every soldier, he’d enjoyed knowing that ordinary life had existed somewhere. The difference was he didn’t know if he could return to it or not.
“What’s with the sign?” he asked. “The college help let you down?”
“You have no idea. When we got back, the store was closed. Both my salespeople had taken off to experience the fresh powder up on the mountain. I’m trying not to hope they fall and break an arm.”
* * *
Noelle studied the tall man in front of her. He’d been pale the last time she’d seen him, but now she would swear there was a gray cast to his skin. The shadows under his eyes seemed darker and his mouth was pulled in what she would guess was pain.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Jet-lagged. Felicia is going to take me back up the mountain when she gets off at five.”
Noelle winced. That was three hours away. “It’s my fault,” she told him. “I shouldn’t have let you drive me back to town.”
“I wasn’t going to have you drive yourself and crash.”
“I might have made it.”
“Might being the operative word. I’ll be fine.”
“No offense, but you don’t look fine. Are you sure I can’t drive you back?” She held up her hand. “Never mind. I already know what you’re going to say.”
The worst part was, he was right. Until she got some more practice, she shouldn’t be doing any winter driving outside of the plowed streets of town. But she couldn’t leave the poor man swaying from exhaustion.
“Come on,” she said, motioning for him to follow her.
She led the way to the back room, where she kept extra inventory and had a small break area with a table and four chairs.
The table was actually salvaged from an estate sale in town. Noelle loved the deep mahogany finish and the graceful legs, but what had most appealed to her was the writing etched into the top. As if the previous owner had spent long hours writing letters.
Now she pulled a blanket from the pile on one of the chairs and folded it into the shape of a pillow, then pointed to the sofa. “It’s more comfortable than it looks.”
Gabriel shook his head. “I’m fine.” He seemed more wary than interested in resting.
“You’re practically unconscious. This is a Christmas store. I really can’t be explaining the strange man slumped on the middle of my floor.” She collected a second blanket. “You don’t have anything else to do until Felicia picks you up. Come on. No one will bother you here.”
“You’re coaxing me. I’m not some wild dog you’re trying to rescue.”
She grinned. “I can’t help it. It’s a girl thing.”
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