Author: Robyn Carr

They’d circled around and were back at Nate’s driveway. “Think about what I said,” he told Trace.

“I will,” Trace promised. “Would you like to join us for Christmas dinner?”

“I would, but I’ll be going out to see Janie in a while. She seems to like it when I come by to read to her.”

“Thank you for sharing your story with me,” Trace said, genuinely touched that Nate had told him.

“Don’t thank me. Take my advice.” He grinned. “Otherwise, I have a feeling Mae will find some way to give me grief for failing her. That woman always did know how to nag.”

Nate was still chuckling as he walked slowly toward his house. Trace watched to make sure he didn’t slip on the icy patches, then walked back to Holiday Retreat, his heart somehow lighter and more certain.

Ten

For the life of her, Savannah couldn’t read Trace’s expression when he got back from his walk. She thought he looked more at peace with himself, but had no idea what that meant.

She was also still puzzling over his magnanimous decision to give her Aunt Mae’s stock. Had that been his way of making her financially independent to ease his own conscience and rid himself of some crazy sense of obligation to look after her? Was that going to make it easier for him to pack his bags in a day or two and walk away? When he left, would he go with no intention of ever looking back on her or Holiday Retreat as anything more than a pleasant memory? If that happened, it would break Hannah’s heart.

It would break Savannah’s heart, too.

“How’s the turkey coming?” Trace inquired, peering over her shoulder to look into the oven. “It certainly smells fantastic.”

“Another hour or so,” she told him, wishing he would stay right behind her, his body close to hers.

She stood up and turned slowly to face him, relieved that he didn’t back away. She reached up and cupped his cheeks. “You’re cold. How about some hot chocolate? Or some tea?”

“I’m fine,” he said, slipping his arms around her waist. “I’d rather have a kiss. I’m sure it would do a much better job of warming me up.”

Savannah tilted her face up for his kiss. His mouth covered hers and brought her blood to a slow simmer. She couldn’t be sure if it was working on Trace, but her body temperature had certainly shot up by several degrees. She sighed when he released her.

“Warmer now?” she inquired with forced cheer.

“Definitely,” he said, his eyes blazing with desire. “Too bad we can’t send Hannah for a ski lesson right this second.”

“Are you sure we can’t?” Savannah inquired hopefully.

“Nope. They’re all booked up at the lodge.”

She stared at him, biting back a chuckle. “You actually checked?”

“Of course. I always like to know my options.”

“Do we have any?”

“Afraid not.”

“Oh, well, once we’ve eaten, I have it on good authority that the turkey will put us straight to sleep. Maybe when we wake up, we’ll have forgotten all about sneaking upstairs to be alone.”

“I doubt it,” Trace said, his expression wry. “Besides, I promised Hannah we’d all go for a walk after dinner.”

“Why on earth would you do that? You just got back from a walk.”

“Which taught me the distracting power of exercise,” he said. “Besides, maybe we can have another snowball fight, and I can tackle you in the snow.”

Savannah laughed. “Now there’s something to look forward to.”

“Sweetheart, a frustrated man is willing to take any contact he can get.”

“Interesting. I would think the chill of the snow would be counterproductive.”

“I think I’d have to spend a month outdoors in the Arctic before it would cool the effect you have on me,” he said with flattering sincerity. He tipped her chin up to look directly into her eyes. “By the way, let’s make a date.”

“A date?”

He grinned. “You know, a man and a woman, getting together. A date.”

“Out on the town?”

“Or alone in front of a cozy fire.”

“Okay,” she said with a surge of anticipation. “When do you want to have this date?”

“Tomorrow night?” he suggested.

The level of relief Savannah felt when she realized he intended to stay another day was scary. She had a feeling she wanted way too much from this man. Asking for a date—even making love—was hardly a declaration of undying devotion. She really needed to keep things in perspective and not get ahead of herself.

“Tomorrow would be fine. Maybe I’ll see if Hannah can spend the night with Jolie again.”

Trace grinned. “Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Savannah’s heart beat a little faster at the promise beneath his words. The memory of the last night they had spent alone in this house brought a flush to her cheeks.

“Then I will definitely make it happen,” she vowed. Because she was desperate for another one of those sweet kisses despite the risk of Hannah walking in on them, she backed away from Trace and moved to the stove, opening lids and checking on things that were simmering just fine only moments ago.

“Trace,” she said without turning around, “if I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?”

“If I can,” he said at once.

“You did make all the arrangements for Santa and the presents, didn’t you?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked, sounding vaguely frustrated. “Wouldn’t you prefer to think it was part of the Christmas magic?”

She turned to face him. “Sure,” she said honestly. “But I also believe in giving credit where credit’s due. I’m not an eight-year-old who still believes in Santa, at least when it suits her. I know the kind of effort and money it takes to make a morning like the one we had happen. The person responsible should be thanked.”

He shrugged, looking as if her persistence made him uncomfortable. “Look, it was nothing, okay?”

“It was more than that and you know it. You made Hannah’s Christmas, and mine.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “Can we drop it now?”

“Why do you hate admitting that you did something nice?”

“Because I didn’t do that much. I just made a few calls, ordered a few little things. Nate was more than willing to play Santa, especially since he had that gift from Mae for you.”

“Which was wonderful of him to do, but you bought me a floor polisher and a professional-quality tool kit, for heaven’s sakes.”

“A lot of people would say that gift explains why I’m still single,” he said.

“And I say it explains why I find you so completely and utterly irresistible,” she said.

“Irresistible, huh?” A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Come over here.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. We agreed that any more fooling around with Hannah underfoot would be a bad idea.”

“Did we agree to that?”

“We did,” she said emphatically.

“Does one kiss qualify as fooling around?”

“Probably not with a lot of people, but in my experience with you, it has a tendency to make me want a whole lot more.”

His grin spread. “Good to know. I’ll have to remember that tomorrow night.”

Savannah met his gaze, her own expression deliberately solemn. “I certainly hope you do.”

Trace woke up in a dark mood on the morning after Christmas. Rather than inflict his foul temper on Savannah or Hannah, he made a cup of coffee, then shut himself away in Mae’s den and turned on his computer.

Even though he’d given his staff the week between Christmas and New Year’s off, he checked his e-mails, hoping for some lingering piece of business to distract him. Aside from some unsolicited junk mail, there was nothing. Apparently other people were still in holiday mode. He sighed and shut the thing off, then sat back, brooding.

He’d spent the whole night wondering if he hadn’t made the biggest blunder of his life the day before by giving Savannah that stock. It wasn’t that he thought it was the wrong thing to do or that Mae would have disapproved. In fact, he was certain she’d known all along what he would do with her shares. No, his concern was over whether he’d given Savannah the kind of financial independence that would make her flat-out reject the proposal he planned to make tonight.

He was still brooding over that when the door to the den cracked open and Savannah peeked in.

“Okay to interrupt?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, forcing the surly tone out of his voice. “Come on in.”

To his shock, when she walked through the door, she was wearing some sort of feminine, slinky nightgown that promptly shot his heartbeat into overdrive.

“On second thought,” he muttered, his throat suddenly dry, “maybe you should change first.”

“Why would I do that?” She glanced down. “Don’t you like it?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said huskily. “I like it. Maybe just a little too much.”

Apparently she didn’t get the hint, because she kept right on toward him. The next thing he knew, she was in his lap and his body was so hard and aching, it was all he could do to squeeze out a few words.

“What are you up to?” he inquired, staying very still, hoping that his too-obvious response to that wicked gown of hers would magically vanish. “Where’s Hannah?”

“Gone,” she said, brushing her mouth across his.

“Gone?”

“For the day,” she added, peppering kisses down his neck.

“The entire day?” he asked, suddenly feeling more hopeful and a whole lot less restrained.

“She won’t be home till five at the very earliest,” Savannah confirmed. “I have Donna’s firm commitment on that. She couldn’t keep her tonight, so we compromised.”

“I see,” he murmured, sliding his hand over the slick fabric barely covering her breast. The nipple peaked at his touch.

“Sorry my present’s a day late,” she said as she proceeded to unbutton his shirt and slide it away.

Trace gasped as her mouth touched his chest. “Oh, darlin’, something tells me it will be worth the wait.”

Savannah had never felt so thoroughly cherished as she did lying on the sofa in Trace’s arms, a blanket covering them, as a fire blazed across the room. In a few short days, she had discovered what it meant to be truly loved, even if Trace himself hadn’t yet put a label on his feelings. She wondered if he ever would.

She turned slightly and found him studying her with a steady gaze.

“You’re amazing, you know that, don’t you?”

She shook her head. “I’m just a single mom doing the best I can.”

“Maybe that’s what I find so amazing,” he said. “You remind me of my mother.”

“Just what every woman wants to hear when she’s naked in a man’s arms,” Savannah said lightly.

He gave her a chiding look. “Just hear me out. You’re strong and resilient. You’ve had some tough times, but you haven’t let them turn you bitter. You’ve just gotten on with the business of living and making a home for Hannah. When I was a kid, I don’t think I gave my mother half enough credit for that. I spent too much time being angry because she didn’t tell my dad to take a hike. I realize now that she didn’t see him the same way I did. She loved him, flaws and all. It was as simple as that, so she did what she could to make the best of his irresponsible ways.”

Trace caressed Savannah’s cheek, brushing an errant curl away from her face. “So, here’s the bottom line. I meant to do this with a bit more fanfare, but since our date has turned out to be a little unorthodox, this part might as well be, too.”