by R. C. Ryan
“Come on, Kyle. Time to get back to work.” She set down her son and kept his hand firmly in hers as she started toward the shop.
Reed moved along beside them. “What sort of business is Ally’s Attic?”
“It’s a consignment shop. People can bring in things they have that still work but they have no room or use for. They can set a price, or let me set what I think is a fair price. I get a percentage of each item I sell. It’s also a swap shop. For a fee, I can arrange for folks to trade something they have for something they want in my shop.”
They stepped inside, and Reed looked around at the neat shelves, the clever presentations of items already listed for sale or trade.
Ally pointed. “Like that piano in the window display. Clara McEvoy brought it in yesterday. Her husband and son-in-law delivered it, saying she was glad to be rid of it. No one’s touched it since her daughter grew up and moved away. Just this morning, even though we don’t officially open until Saturday, a woman knocked on the door and left her card with a promise to be back after school today to pay me. Besides teaching here at the school, she wants to teach music in her home, and this piano is the answer to her prayers. She wanted to lock in the sale before anybody else even had a chance to see it.”
“Looks like you’re doing the folks in town a service, and making money doing it.”
She smiled. “That’s the plan. I certainly hope so. I really need this to work out for us.”
Us.
Reed cleared his throat. “So, is your husband helping?”
“I don’t have a—”
Kyle tugged on his mother’s leg. “I’m hungry.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I got so busy, I forgot all about lunch. Come on. I’ll fix some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
Before she could catch his hand, Reed blurted, “I’m thinking about lunch, too. Have you eaten at D & B’s Diner?”
The minute the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Apparently his mouth was working ahead of his brain. Or what little he had at the moment.
Ally shook her head. “We haven’t had time to visit any of the businesses here in town yet. We’ve been too busy cleaning and stocking the store. It’s easier and a lot cheaper to just catch a snack here.”
He noted her flush of embarrassment. “Well then, it’s time you met the town newspaper.”
At her arched brow he explained, “Dot and Barb. The twin sisters who own D & B’s. They know everything that happens around Glacier Ridge almost as soon as it happens, and they’re more than happy to share the news with their eager customers. In fact, just as many folks come in for the gossip as for their famous sandwiches, pot roast, and pie.”
Though she was laughing, she shook her head. “Thanks for the invitation, but I can’t—”
“My treat.” He stared pointedly at Kyle. “Besides, it saves you from having to fix lunch. You can save the peanut butter and jelly for tomorrow.”
Kyle looked up. “Do they have grilled cheese?”
Reed nodded. “In fact, it’s one of my favorites.”
“Oh boy.” He turned pleading eyes toward his mother. “Please, Mama.”
She sighed. “All right.” She took his hand and trailed Reed from the shop. As they started along the sidewalk, she added, “You had me at not having to fix lunch.”
Reed grinned. “And here I thought it was my charm.”
When Colin Malloy lost his beloved brother and sister-in-law years ago, he swore he’d always be there for their three strong sons. Now that the boys are grown and have found love, Colin wonders if the time for his own happily-ever-after has passed. But when a holiday storm leaves him stranded with the town’s beautiful brunette doctor, he may experience a Christmas miracle—and find true love.
A Preview of
A Cowboy’s Christmas Eve
follows.
Chapter One
Colin Malloy urged his big bay gelding through snowdrifts that were belly-high in places along the trail. When the latest snowstorm had begun in earnest in the hills, he’d had half a mind to remain snug and warm in his mountain cabin retreat until it blew itself out. But he couldn’t miss Christmas Eve supper at the ranch.
Colin peered through the curtain of snow toward the distant lights of the Malloy Ranch. He wasn’t really bothered by the snowy trail or the bite in the wind. Having grown up on these thousand-plus acres here in Montana, he was as comfortable in a blizzard as he was sleeping under the stars on a warm summer night. And though he often enjoyed a quiet night up at the cabin, with a steak over the fire and a cold longneck, the thought of his family’s special Christmas Eve guest had him thinking instead about maybe a bottle of champagne and some roast goose. But only if it came with a certain pretty, dark-haired woman, Anita Cross, who’d been sneaking into his thoughts lately.
The only time they’d ever spoken was when his wild-and-crazy nephews got themselves bloodied badly enough to require a doctor’s care, since her full title was Dr. Anita Cross. She had come to Montana to join her uncle at the town’s medical clinic.
Since their first meeting, when his nephew Matt was seriously injured, she’d impressed him with not only her skill as a doctor but also with her radiant personality. Just the thought of her filled him with a sort of quiet joy. She had a smile that could light up the darkest night. And a sweet nature that just made him want to treat her with the greatest of care. That is, when he wasn’t thinking about taking her into his arms and tasting those perfect lips and ravishing her until they were both sated.
He hadn’t felt like this about a woman since Shelby Ross, whose father owned a ranch in Rock Creek. They’d been barely past their teens, but it had felt a lot like love. Maybe it was because his older brother had married the great love of his life, Bernadette, when the two were just seventeen. Watching Patrick and Bernie had Colin believing in true love and happily-ever-after. But those beliefs were shattered when the two had been killed in an brutal accident on a snowy road one cold December night. Shortly after, Colin learned that Shelby had run off with one of her father’s wranglers.
So much for true love and happy endings.
And now, all these years later, he was beginning to believe in such things all over again.
He swore softly.
Not that a doctor from a big city would ever give him a second look. And if she did, he stood no chance of being alone with her. With his big, noisy family, they probably wouldn’t get a single word in edgewise tonight.
“Come on, Buddy.” He leaned over to run a big, work-roughened hand over his horse’s snow-matted mane. “Time to get home and make sure Ma has her Merry Christmas. And, if I’m lucky, I can sit in the corner and stare to my heart’s content at the prettiest girl in the whole world, even though she doesn’t know I’m alive.”
“Hey, Yancy.” Reed Malloy shook snow from his hair as he looked around the kitchen of his family’s ranch house, where the table was set with festive holiday plates, and the countertops were covered with serving dishes of every size and shape.
Yancy Martin, the short, boyish-looking cook for the Malloy family for more than thirty years, looked up to grin at the youngest of the Malloy men. “Hey, Reed.” He returned his attention to the finishing touches on an elegant holiday torte, making swirls of dark chocolate in the creamy white frosting.
“Something smells amazing.” Luke Malloy, Reed’s older brother, trailed behind, his arm around the waist of his bride, Ingrid. “Looks like you’re going all out on the menu for Christmas Eve supper.”
Yancy’s head came up. “Miss Grace told me she wanted it to be extra special, because of our guests.”
“Guests?” Matt Malloy, oldest of the three brothers, walked into the kitchen hand in hand with his wife, Vanessa, and tried to dip a finger in the frosting. It was quickly slapped away by Yancy’s wooden spoon. “Are we having more than family here tonight?”
Yancy gave a conspiratorial grin. “Your grandma in
vited old Doc Cross and his niece, Dr. Anita.”
Luke shared a look with his brother. “All this fuss for two extra people?”
“One of them is extra special, according to Miss Grace.”
At their puzzled looks, Yancy shook his head, sharing a knowing smile with Vanessa and Ingrid. “Where’ve you three been? Don’t you know your grandmother has had her eye on Anita Cross as a potential wife for your uncle Colin ever since that pretty young doctor came to town?”
The two women nodded in agreement.
“Wife?” Reed started laughing. “Seems to me Gram Gracie’s had every pretty girl in the town of Glacier Ridge paired with Colin since we were teenagers. And none of them worked out. What makes her think this will be any different?”
Yancy shrugged.
It was the boys’ great-grandfather, Nelson LaRou, called the Great One by all of them, seated in his favorite chair across the room, who answered. “If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s the two family weddings this past year. First Matt to his Nessa, and then”—he turned to fix Luke with a pointed stare—“Luke and Ingrid.” He paused to sip the martini Yancy had learned to fix to his exact specifications and gave a nod of approval. “Now Grace Anne hopes all that romance rubs off on your uncle Colin. I swear, my daughter’s bound and determined to get that poor man married off before, as she says, it’s too late.”
Reed reached for a gingerbread cookie cooling on a wire rack, until Yancy stopped him with a hairy eyeball. “Too late for what?”
“Too late for him to give me more grandchildren.” Grace Malloy breezed into the kitchen, wearing her usual ankle-skimming denim skirt and a sky-blue blouse that matched her eyes, her white hair a cap of breeze-tossed curls.
She made a full circle in the room, staring around with satisfaction. “It all looks and smells wonderful, Yancy.”
Reed put a hand on her arm. “Are you really setting up poor Colin on the pretext of a holiday dinner?”
“Setting up poor Colin?” Grace gave her grandson a withering look. “I’m merely being a good mother and a good neighbor. After all, Anita came to Glacier Ridge from Boston to give her aging uncle a hand at the clinic, and she hasn’t had any time off since. She’s young and beautiful and certainly deserves at least a bit of a social life. It’s the same with Colin. He’s spent so many years helping us with the ranch, not to mention helping your father and me with you three—a handful, I might add—he’s forgotten there even is such a thing as a social life.”
Reed merely shook his head. “Poor Colin. Being led to the slaughter like a lamb, without even a warning.”
“Enough of that kind of talk. He’ll thank me one day. And,” Gracie added with a twinkle in her eye, “I’ll expect you to be here to witness his eternal gratitude. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll even steer you toward finding that one special woman for yourself.”
Reed put his hand up to his ears and gave a mock shudder. “Now you’re working overtime to ruin my Christmas, Gram Gracie. I’ve seen enough lovey-dovey stuff around here in the past year to give me a sugar buzz.”
The others laughed as Reed rushed from the kitchen and up the stairs to shower and dress for Christmas Eve supper.
Dr. Leonard Cross poked his head into the examining room, where his niece was busy soothing the mother of a crying five-year-old girl.
Anita Cross put her hand on the mother’s shoulder. “The rapid strep test confirmed that it’s strep throat, Millie. I’ll write a prescription. Agnes will have it at the reception area when you check out. Be sure to pick it up at Woodrow’s Pharmacy before it closes tonight, and start Brittany on the medication right away. She won’t be feeling a hundred percent by tomorrow, but she’ll feel a lot better than she does right now.”
“Oh, thank you, Dr. Anita. She’s been so worried that Santa wouldn’t find her here at the clinic if she had to be admitted.”
Turning on the megawatt smile that always put her patients at ease, Anita closed her hand over the little girl’s tightly clenched fist. “You’ll be home in plenty of time for Santa to visit, Brittany. But you should know that Santa has no problem finding children who have to be in the clinic. He visits children on Christmas Eve no matter where they are.”
Big blue eyes went even wider. “He does?”
“He does. Why, when I was working in the hospital in Boston, Santa visited every boy and girl there and left them exactly what they’d asked for.”
“That’s nice.” The tears were replaced with a big smile. “But I’m glad I can go home.”
“So am I. I can’t think of a better place to be on Christmas Eve than with the people you love.” As the mother and daughter walked out of the room and her uncle stepped inside, Anita called out, “Merry Christmas.”
Seeing that he’d changed from his white lab coat to a suit jacket, she raised a brow. “Is Dr. Miller here from Rock Creek yet?”
Her uncle shook his head. “Not yet. But I expect he’ll be here any minute. He’s already half an hour late.”
“Have you phoned him?”
“Twice. No service. But he gave me his word he’d take care of things here while we were at the Malloy Ranch. I’m sure he’ll be along any minute now.”
Anita gave a sigh. “Is that the last of the patients?”
“According to Agnes. I told her to duck out of here as soon as she finishes with Millie Davis so she doesn’t get stuck for another hour or two.”
He glanced out the window at an approaching truck bearing the Malloy logo on the side. “There’s our limousine. I promise you, you’re going to love Christmas Eve dinner at the Malloy Ranch. Nobody cooks like Yancy Martin. You’re in for a fine feast.”
Anita knew it wasn’t the feast she was looking forward to as much as the chance to spend some time with a certain cowboy. From the first moment she’d met Colin Malloy, quietly taking charge of the chaos that always seemed to accompany his family during a crisis, he had become, in her mind, the personification of a real Montana cowboy. Tall and ruggedly handsome. A body sculpted with muscle from years of ranch chores. Dark hair always in need of a trim. A quiet man who didn’t say much, but when he spoke in that low, easy drawl, she felt a hitch in her heart. And when he aimed those blue eyes her way and smiled, her whole world seemed to tilt.
She didn’t need food. Colin Malloy was a feast for her eyes and heart and soul.
Until coming to Montana, she’d despaired of ever meeting a man who seemed to check off every item on her personal wish list.
Of course, she thought, there had been men in the past, and one in particular, who had tempted her to believe they were special. Not one had ever lived up to the promise.
She thought about the bitter tears she’d shed over Dr. Jason Trask. At the time, she’d thought her heart would never mend. Now she realized she’d been too young and foolish to recognize that while she’d been spinning dreams of love and marriage, he’d been concerned only with himself and his career. It was only later, hearing the whispers and rumors, that she learned she’d been one of many naïve med students who had fallen for his tired line. As she followed her uncle along the hallway, she paused to greet Burke Cowley, the Malloy Ranch foreman, who was heading toward them. “Hello, Burke.”
“Miss Anita.” The courtly old cowboy removed his wide-brimmed hat and gave her a smile.
“I’ll just be a minute while I get my coat.”
“I’ll let you lock up.” Her uncle picked up several handled bags, containing the cookies she’d lovingly baked, along with gifts she’d insisted on wrapping for the entire Malloy family.
With his hands filled, he indicated several more bags, and Burke picked them up.
Over his shoulder her uncle called, “We’ll load these and wait for you in the truck. I’m sure Dr. Miller will be here any minute now.”
Anita stepped into her office and was hanging up her lab coat when she heard voices calling from the reception area. She hurried out to find a rancher with his arm around a teen boy’s sho
ulders.
The boy’s arm was wrapped in a bloody towel.
“Ma’am.” The rancher looked relieved. “I saw old Doc Cross getting into a truck outside. I called to him, but he couldn’t hear me over the wind blowing, and I was afraid we were too late to get any help. My name’s Huck Whitfield. This is my son Ben. He put his hand through a glass windowpane.”
“Mr. Whitfield. Ben. I’m Dr. Anita Cross.”
“I heard old Doc talked a niece into coming out from the big city to give him a hand with this place.”
“That’s me. And I assure you, I didn’t need to be talked into coming. I’m loving this experience in your pretty town. Please come this way.” She led them to an examining room and carefully removed the blood-soaked towel.
She looked up at the boy. “That’s a nasty cut, Ben.” She tried to put him at ease. “You must have been really mad at that window to hit it so hard.”
Instead of the expected laugh, two bright spots of color bloomed on the boy’s cheeks. “Oh no, ma’am. I was just giving my pa a hand trying to clear the snow.”
His father nodded. “That’s a fact.”
“I was only teasing.”
At that, the father and son realized her joke and grinned.
She indicated the table. “You can lie down here. I’ll need to look at this closely under the lights, to remove any glass fragments. Then, from the looks of all that blood, you’ll need a few stitches.” She started toward the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Once in the hallway she punched in the number of Dr. Rob Miller, praying he would tell her he’d be here any minute now. In reply, she got a no-service notice.
She retrieved her lab coat before going in search of her uncle and Burke. When she stepped outside, she was surprised to see that a heavy snow had begun falling. And even though it was early evening, the sky had grown as dark as night.
Burke lowered the window as she approached the truck.
