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Jimmy’s face was radiant as he stood onstage in the Christmas play, and said, “Do you see the star?”
A surge of love overwhelmed Evan. He hadn’t thought he had that much love left in him after he’d lost his wife and son. But his heart told him there was room for Jimmy.
Evan made his way to where he had seen Chloe sitting. Jimmy ran from the stage straight to her. She knelt, giving him a huge hug. Getting closer, he could hear her praising his performance. “You were the very best one!”
He bounced on his sneakers. “Really?”
“Really!” She hugged him again. “The very, very, very best.”
Jimmy hugged her back hard before finally letting go.
“You haven’t told me what you want for Christmas yet, big guy.”
“A family.”
She leaned her head against his. “Me, too.”
Evan was struck by their words. The star on the stage twinkled, beaconing its message of hope. And he wondered if he dared believe.
BONNIE K. WINN
is a hopeless romantic who has written incessantly since the third grade. So it seems only natural that she turned to romance writing. A seasoned author of historical and contemporary romance, Bonnie has won numerous awards for her bestselling books. Affaire de Coeur chose her as one of the Top Ten Romance Writers in America.
Bonnie loves writing contemporary romance because she can set her stories in the modern cities close to her heart and explore the endlessly fascinating strengths of today’s women.
Living in the foothills of the Rockies gives her plenty of inspiration and a touch of whimsy, as well. She shares her life with her husband, son and a spunky Norwich terrier who lends his characteristics to many pets in her stories. Bonnie’s keeping mum about anyone else’s characteristics she may have borrowed.
Jingle Bell Blessings
Bonnie K. Winn
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Behold, children are a gift of the Lord.
—Psalms 127:3
For our beautiful Liberty Winn
Born April 18, 2010
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Chloe Reed gripped little Jimmy’s hand as much to stop her own shaking as to reassure him. Everything was on the line. The boy’s future, her own. Swallowing, she tentatively raised the brass knocker on the massive front door.
Silence.
She bent down to encourage Jimmy, and whispered, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”
The door whipped open suddenly and she nearly teetered. Unnerved, she looked up, way up, to meet a dark pair of unpleased eyes. Set in a rugged face with a determined chin, his eyes swept over her in uncompromising dismissal.
Awkwardly, Chloe straightened up, expecting to meet him face-to-face, but he was tall, unusually tall. “Um…hello.”
“Yes?”
“I’m here to see Evan Mitchell.”
“You’re looking at him.”
“Oh.” She’d held a wild hope that she’d knocked on the wrong door. Despite her boss’s warnings, she had wanted to believe that Evan Mitchell would be approachable, reasonable.
“I’m Chloe Reed.” Wishing she could shield the little boy, she squeezed his hand again. “And this is Jimmy Mitchell.”
Eyebrows as dark as the man’s thick hair swooped downward. “What are you doing here?”
Wanting to protect the seven-year-old, Chloe beseeched the man with a pleading glance.
Relenting, Evan opened the door wider. “Come in.”
She and Jimmy both stared as they walked into the circular, two-story-high entry hall, their steps echoing on the marble floor of the impressive house.
Evan hadn’t expected his late cousin’s son to appear on his doorstop, but he didn’t want to hurt the boy. Raising his voice, he called for the housekeeper. “Thelma! Can you come out here?”
Wiping her hands on a cheery gingham apron, a pert woman in her sixties dashed into the hall. “What is it? I’m in the middle of pie making and…” Her
