7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
“A Very Maui Christmas” by Mary Carter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
“A Cedar Key Christmas” by Terri DuLong
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
“Holiday Magic”
FERN MICHAELS
I’d like to dedicate this novella
to all the “snow bunnies” in my life
Chapter 1
Telluride, Colorado
November 26, 2010
Black Friday
Stephanie glanced at her watch again, making sure she wasn’t running behind her self-imposed schedule: 5:50 A.M. They were opening the doors at seven o’clock sharp as today would be the busiest day of the year at Maximum Glide’s ski shop, Snow Zone, where Stephanie had been working as manager for almost two years.
With an hour to go before the doors opened, she adjusted the volume on the hidden stereo filling the ski shop with the soulful sounds of Michael Bolton singing “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.” She took four large cinnamon-scented candles from beneath the counter, grabbed a pack of matches, then lit and placed each candle in a secure place where it couldn’t be knocked over by a customer reaching for something or an accidental bump from a ski. Though there were signs posted at the main entrance and throughout the shop stating NO SKIS ALLOWED INSIDE, that didn’t mean that customers always paid attention to the posted rules. She’d brewed coffee and heated water for hot chocolate and bought several dozen donuts for the early risers. Judging by the amount of sugar consumed, shopping must be hard work.
Stephanie smiled, thinking about the upcoming Christmas season. For the next four weeks, Maximum Glide would be packed with vacationers from every part of the world, and, of course, the locals, who came in droves on the weekends. Scanning the shelves one last time, she refolded three bright red sweaters with matching scarves and toboggan caps. The many styles of ski boots on sale were stamped with bright orange stickers. Last season’s waterproof gloves were placed next to this season’s newest designs. People could decide for themselves if the price difference was worth purchasing the latest style. Personally, Stephanie thought they were pretty much the same except that the current style had a zippered pocket for an extra set of hand warmers.
She adjusted the Spyder jackets and the North Face ski pants, making sure they were evenly spaced on the racks. These were the biggest-selling items in the shop. She’d ordered more than she had last year, not wanting to risk running out before the holidays were over. Last year, the general manager of Maximum Glide, Edward Patrick Joseph O’Brien, who preferred to be called Patrick though privately she always thought of him as Eddie, like that cute kid on Leave It to Beaver, insisted that she place the order on her own. After checking her inventory, Stephanie had decided they had enough ski pants and jackets in stock for two seasons. What she didn’t know then was that the famous ski shop, part of a resort owned by an Olympic gold medalist, attracted skiers with bushels and barrels of money to spend. She’d ended up placing another order, then had to spend hundreds of the ski shop’s dollars for an overnight delivery. A lesson learned. More secure in her position this year, she’d placed her order with confidence, knowing she’d be lucky to have anything left after the holidays. For the moment, Stephanie was sure she’d ordered enough to get them through the busy holiday season. She wouldn’t get a day off until after New Year’s, but she didn’t mind. She needed the extra money this year. With all of the overtime pay, plus her Christmas bonus, she would finally be able to afford the down payment on her very own home, a first for her and her two daughters, Ashley, ten going on twenty, and Amanda, an adorable seven-year-old. She’d been searching the paper for months and had finally found a perfect three-bedroom, two-bath ranch-style house that she adored and could afford.
Last week she’d made a special trip into town to Rollins Realty, who’d listed the property. Jessica Rollins, a smartly dressed woman in her mid-fifties, took her to the house, and Stephanie was immediately smitten. She’d practically salivated when she saw the deep garden tub in the master bath, a luxury she hadn’t counted on. When Jessica saw her reaction, she explained that the former owners were avid skiers. Stephanie figured that covered about three-quarters of Colorado’s population but knew a good soak in a tub of hot water was considered a necessity after a day on the slopes. After she viewed the house of her dreams, one she could actually afford, she had made a silent promise to herself and her girls: They would have a home of their very own, and unbeknownst to the girls, she planned to surprise them with a new puppy sired by Ice-D, Max’s Siberian husky. She intended to keep both promises no matter how hard she had to work.
Placerville was her home now. She’d hated leaving Gypsum, but she was only a twenty-minute drive from Telluride. Grace and Max often made the four-hour drive to visit the resort. They always stopped at the shop to see her, and, of course, Grace wouldn’t dream of missing a chance to see the girls. Grace was like the sister and best friend Stephanie had never had.
For nearly two years, Stephanie and the girls had been living in a one-bedroom garage apartment that Grace had found for her when they left Hope House, a shelter for battered and abused women. Grace, along with her new husband, Olympic skier Max Jorgenson, who just happened to own the ski resort where Stephanie worked, had announced yesterday during the Thanksgiving dinner they’d shared that they were expecting their first child. Grace had made jokes about her age, and Max had insisted she didn’t look a day over twenty-one. Almost forty, and finally Grace’s dream of having a child was about to come true. Funny, how it had all come together. If anyone had told her two years ago she and the girls would be on their own, happily on their own, she would have told that person he was out of his mind. Women like her couldn’t
