his briefcase and cashmere dress coat to a pair of stylish boots that were better suited to a business meeting in Manhattan than the slushy sidewalks of northern Maine. Set against the gently falling slow, his outfit gave him a dark, dangerous look. Until he smiled. The gesture lightened his intense features, and unabashed male interest flashed in his eyes.
When he opened the door and motioned her ahead of him, she returned the smile. “Thank you.”
“Since I know who you are,” he continued while they joined the to-go line, “I’m thinking you know who I am, too.”
She laughed. “The notorious Nick McHenry. My friend Bree Landry tells me you’re the toughest magazine editor she’s ever worked for.”
“Aw, she’s just being nice. Speaking of Bree, when are she and Cooper due back from their honeymoon in the Caribbean?”
“Her last email said ‘in time for Christmas.’ That was about a week ago.”
“I’m surprised she didn’t mention to me that you’re living here now. It’s not every day you find the daughter of a U.S. Ambassador cooling her heels in a backwater place like this.”
His unmasked disdain for the quaint village she’d called home for six months irked her to say the least. “Why would you say that? I thought you grew up here.”
“I did. First chance I got, I was outta here.”
“Too bad you didn’t stay out.” A young woman interrupted their conversation with an unforgiving scowl. Normally sweet and cheerful, Lucy Wilson looked as if she’d just run across her worst enemy.
“Hey there, Lucky,” Nick replied. “How’ve you been?”
“I know you and your idiot buddies all thought that was funny in high school,” she snarled, “but it wasn’t. It’s even less funny now.”
“Right. Sorry.” His brush-off tone made it clear he wasn’t sorry at all, and Julia couldn’t understand why he seemed to be going out of his way to make Lucy angry.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Lucy demanded.
“Mom invited me up for Thanksgiving,” he replied smoothly, not showing the tiniest bit of concern about the bitter reception he’d gotten. “You wouldn’t want me to disappoint her, would you?”
“You haven’t been back in what? Seven years?” she challenged him. “Why now?”
For the first time, the seemingly unflappable man showed irritation with her less-than-welcoming attitude. “Planning to showcase my personal business on page one of the local paper again?”
Julia couldn’t imagine why on earth they were going at it in public this way. She was starting to feel uncomfortable standing in the middle of this showdown, but there was no polite way to walk away.
“That was ages ago, and you totally deserved it.”
Still locked in a glaring contest with her, he said, “Not that anyone around here will care, but I wanted to meet my niece and nephew.”
“Whatever. Take my word on this one,” she cautioned Julia. “He’s been nothing but trouble his whole life.”
Julia glanced at him, and he nodded solemnly in agreement. His glum expression was clearly an act, though. The bemused twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Without another word, Lucy shoved past him and charged out the door without ordering anything. The overhead bells jangled sharply as she left, and Julia faced Nick with a frown of her own. “You were needling her on purpose.”
There was that wicked grin again. “Yeah.”
“Why on earth would you do that? Especially this time of year.”
“You mean because it’s Christmas?” When she nodded, he shrugged. “To me, vacation’s over, and I’ve got a ton of work to do. I need a bagel, some decent coffee and a wireless connection so I can plow through the pile of emails I haven’t been able to read since I got here Wednesday. I don’t have time to make nice with someone who’s determined to hate me no matter what I say or do.”
Julia was confused. “Why haven’t you been able to check your email? I thought you were staying with your sister, Lainie, and her family.”
“I am.” He gave her a suspicious look that appeared so natural for him, she assumed it was his normal way of interacting with people he’d just met. “How did you know that?”
“When I moved here in the spring, I didn’t know anyone, and she took me under her wing. She and I have gotten to be good friends. She told me you were coming and would be staying with them. I know they have wireless at their house.”
“Sure, but no privacy. I can’t concentrate with everyone yakking all the time.”
Why had he even bothered to come back? she wondered. The holidays were for family, but aside from the comment about meeting his niece and nephew, he didn’t seem to appreciate that at all.
Not her concern, she reminded herself sternly. If he wanted to neglect his relatives, that was his own business.
They moved up a spot in line, and Julia told him, “There’s no internet in here.”
“I know, but someone around here must’ve smartened up by now. Know any place in this map dot town that’s made it into the twenty-first century?”
Julia had the kind of connection he needed at her shop, but she was hesitant to tell him so. If she did, it would be common courtesy to allow him to use it, and she wasn’t at all certain she wanted him camped out in her store on such a busy shopping day. With his brooding vibe and incessant grumbling, he’d probably scare away half her customers.
You get what you give, Julia.
In her memory, she heard her mother’s gentle voice repeating one of her personal philosophies. Gisele Stanton had lived her entire life that way, abandoning a promising orchestral career to accompany her ambassador husband to every corner of the globe. While Julia had no intention of putting aside her own wishes for anyone ever again, she always did her best to follow her mother’s generous example.
“I have wireless at Toyland,” she finally said before she could think better of it. “You’re welcome to use it—with one condition.”
“Twenty bucks a minute?”
While she knew he was joking, the cynical remark spoke volumes about how this jaded journalist viewed the world. “You have to buy a toy to place under my Gifting Tree. They’ll go to local children to make their Christmas a little brighter.”
He blinked. Charity appeared to be a foreign concept to him. “You’re kidding.”
“Not at all.” She gave him her sweetest smile, the one that over the years had charmed countless dignitaries and a crown prince or two. “That’s the deal—take it or leave it.”
“Next!”
Eyeing Julia incredulously, Nick turned to the young woman behind the counter. Dressed in a red-and-green-striped shirt and fuzzy stocking cap, she tilted her head expectantly. “What
