“Don’t let me interrupt your fun,” he said with a smile.
She grabbed the small shirt and pants that were draped over her shoulder. “Somebody’s giving me a hard time about getting dressed this morning.”
The child grew quiet and clung to her aunt’s leg once she realized there was a stranger in the house. She was a cute little thing. Dark brown curls, dark eyes... Not at all like Marissa. Yet there was something about her.
Obviously sensing the girl’s hesitation, Barbara said, “Kenzie, this is our friend Officer Matt.”
Did she remember him from the other day, when he’d pulled Lacie over?
Moving closer, he felt almost mesmerized as he crouched to her level. She was little, all right. How old was she anyway? Three? Maybe four?
“It’s nice to meet you, Kenzie.”
Her smile returned, albeit a shy one as she tightened her hold on Lacie. Still, the pleasure it brought him was inexplicable. Never had a stranger’s eyes looked so familiar.
“What brings you by?” Lacie’s tone carried that same stubborn edge he’d heard yesterday.
“You.”
Her eyes widened as he stood. “Me?”
“Yes. You have a dead battery that needs to be replaced. I’m here to help.”
“Oh, that won’t be—”
“That is so sweet of you, Matt.” Barbara made her way toward them. “Lacie’s been stressing all morning, wondering if she was going to need to have her car towed or not.”
One glance at a chagrined Lacie had him biting back a smile. “Nope, no towing needed. We’ll simply take out the old battery, pick up a new one and put it in right there on Main Street.”
“We?” Lacie’s glare bounced between him and her mother.
“Okay, you’ll just be there to supervise and pay for the battery. I’ll do the rest.”
She looked over his uniform. “But you’re working. I’m sure you have plenty of deputy things to keep you busy.”
“Helping the community is part of my work.”
She paused. “Well, what about Kenzie? I can’t let her ride in the back seat of a sheriff’s vehicle.”
Man, she really did not want his help. Or was simply too obstinate to accept it.
“That’s all right, dear,” said Barbara. “Kenzie can come to the shop with me.” She smiled at her granddaughter. “You want to come to work with Grandma?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, we’ll have to get you dressed first.” Barbara snagged the clothes from Lacie, then held out her other hand to Kenzie, who promptly took hold and accompanied her grandmother down the hall.
He managed to contain the laughter bubbling inside him. “Looks like we’re free to go whenever you’re ready.”
Lacie continued to stare down the hall. While he’d appreciated her mother’s intervention, it was obvious Lacie didn’t share his opinion. “I’ll get my coat.”
“Might want to grab some gloves, too. It’s kind of cold out there.” After last night, he figured a friendly reminder wouldn’t hurt.
Though, based on the look she sent him, she found his suggestion more irritating than friendly.
A short time later, he pulled behind her SUV on a slowly awakening Main Street.
“You can wait here, if you like. I just need to remove the old battery and—”
Lacie unhooked her seat belt. “I want you to show me how to do it.”
He glanced across the center console to her lined jacket. Definitely more work appropriate than that pink coat she’d worn yesterday. “That’s admirable. Most women leave this sort of stuff to someone else.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m not most women. Should I ever find myself in this situation again—”
“Hopefully you won’t, but I understand. Why don’t you go pop the hood while I grab a couple of tools?”
He watched the set of her shoulders and the determination in her stride as she walked toward her vehicle. He had no doubt that Lacie could do anything she set her mind to, whether it was acting, becoming an instant mother or auto repair.
“First thing we need to do is remove the cables from the battery.” A semi rumbled past as he hovered over the frozen engine. “A wrench is better, but you could also use pliers.”
“Okay.” The expectant look on her face was beyond endearing.
He continued, explaining each step until the battery was freed. “All we have to do now is lift it out, go get a new one and we’re golden.”
“Golden,” she said with a rapt smile on her face. “Where do we find a new one?”
“At the service station north of town. That is, assuming they have one in stock.”
“And if they don’t?” Worry creased her pretty brow.
“You pick it up tomorrow. No big deal.”
Fortunately, they had one in stock. And when they returned to her SUV, Lacie insisted on carrying it. No small feat, since it weighed almost forty pounds. About the size of a small child. Though he doubted Kenzie weighed that much.
He shook his head. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the kid. Her dark eyes had grabbed hold of him and refused to let go.
“All right, Lace, this is your chance.”
“Chance for what?”
Strange. Until now, he never realized how much he’d missed that smile. The one that hinted at the tender heart behind the tough facade. The one that never failed to draw him in. “You get to install the battery.”
Still hunched over with the weight of her load, she said, “Seriously?”
“I’m only here for assistance.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Cool!”
Her attempts to lift the battery to the proper height failed immediately, though. She flared her nostrils. “Grrr...”
“Easy.” He moved to the back seat and grabbed Kenzie’s car seat. Setting it on the asphalt, he said, “Try standing on this.”
She did, and it was just the boost she needed to set the battery into place.
“All right, Lace, what’s next?”
“I don’t know.” A moment of panic flitted across her face. “The negative cable?”
“That’s right.” He handed her the wrench.
She cinched it into place, then connected the positive. “Screwdriver,” she said, moving the bracket into position.
Finished, she handed him his tools, her gaze expectant.
“Go fire it up and let’s see what we’ve got.”
She hurried behind the wheel and a moment later the engine roared to life. “I did it!” She hopped out onto the pavement, thrusting a fist into the air. “Yes!”
This time he did laugh. He’d never seen someone get so excited over a battery.
Suddenly more subdued, she moved toward him, her expression softening. “Thank you for teaching me.” The pink tinge of her cheeks grew deeper, heightening his awareness of just how pretty she was. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “I really appreciate it.”
“And I appreciate your willingness to help me understand my job as director. It’s important to me.”
Peering up at him through long lashes, she said, “I know it is.” Her gray-blue eyes held his for a moment, allowing him the slightest glimpse of the Lacie he’d once shared his secrets with. Then she stepped away to close the hood. “That reminds me, I still need to send you that list.”
“That’s okay. You had other things to worry about.”
She nodded. “Well, I...guess I’d better go get Kenzie. We need to run to Montrose to pick up a birthday cake.”
“Looks like we got this taken care of just in time then. Whose birthday?”
“Kenzie’s.” Her smile was like any proud mother’s. “I can’t believe she’s five already.”
“Five?” He took a
step back. “But she’s so small. I would have thought she was younger.”
“Nope.” She glanced up and down the street, as though unable to look at him. “So I should go.”
“Yeah, of course.” He gathered up his tools and placed them in the back of his vehicle as she drove away. What was wrong with him? This nagging sensation that twisted through him hadn’t been there before. Was it Lacie’s appreciation getting to him? Or something more?
Chapter Three
Lacie pulled into a parking spot in front of her mother’s shop, mentally chastising herself. In all her gratitude, she’d almost let her guard down with Matt. Something she couldn’t afford to do with any man. She owed it to her niece to be that one constant in her life, instead of allowing herself to be distracted the way Marissa so often had.
Like the night her boyfriend crashed his car, robbing Kenzie of her mother and forever changing her life.
Still, Lacie appreciated Matt’s willingness to guide her through the process of installing her new battery. Not dismissing her or trying to take over the way Brandon would have. In the two years they’d dated, Brandon had insisted on doing everything for her. At first, she thought he was just being chivalrous, but later realized Mr. Know-It-All had a deep-seated need to feel superior to anyone and everyone. Including her.
Shaking off the unwanted thoughts, she exited her vehicle into the cold late-morning air. Judging by the gray clouds obscuring the tops of the mountains along the town’s western edge, they’d soon be in for some snow. Kenzie would love that. Good thing Lacie had scooped up a couple of coats and some snow pants on clearance for her back in the spring when she still had a job. She didn’t want to have to tap into her savings any more than necessary.
Turning, she glimpsed the beginnings of her mother’s window display at The Paisley Elk, a little clothing boutique that catered mostly to women. So far, it consisted of batting “snow” and white lights, but then the contest for best Christmas display didn’t start in earnest until next week, so there was likely plenty more to come.
Inside was another story, though. Lacie had to hand it to her mother. The boutique was definitely festive. Standing under a ceiling adorned with hundreds of twinkling LED lights, she realized just how adept her mother had become at feigning Christmas. Not a Christmas tree in sight. No nativity of any kind. Not even a hint of the traditional red and green, save for the occasional evergreen bough. No, this was commercialism at its best. And if there wasn’t a prize involved—even if it wasn’t anything more than bragging rights—she doubted Mom would do any decorations at all.
Still, The Paisley Elk had an undeniable appeal that would draw people in. Like the glistening purple and silver balls that appeared to float in midair just below the lights, adding a touch of color to the overhead charm. And, of course, everything was perfectly merchandised for maximum effect, with pops of glitz and glam everywhere you looked.
Now if Lacie could just convince her mother to decorate the house...
December 23 would mark twelve years since Lacie’s father’s death. She’d never forget coming home from the hospital and watching her mother take down every decoration in the house. They hadn’t even opened their presents. Mom said she’d never celebrate Christmas again. And, so far, she’d held true to her word.
However, this was Kenzie’s first Christmas without Marissa. They owed it to her to make it the best Christmas the kid could possibly have. That meant having a tree, presents and everything else Lacie and Marissa had enjoyed as kids.
“There you are.” Mom draped a glittering silver pashmina scarf around the neck of a dress form sporting a pine-bough skirt adorned with silver ribbon, purple and silver balls, and peacock feathers. “How’s the car?”
“Up and running again, I’m happy to say.” She spotted Kenzie off to one side playing with—“Mom, is that Marissa’s and my old dollhouse?”
“Sure is. I thought, since Kenzie will be here with us a lot and that old thing was just collecting dust in the basement, she might enjoy playing with it.” Moving beside Lacie, she lowered her voice. “And I was right. She’s been playing with it this entire time.”
Lacie’s heart grew hopeful. Perhaps Mom hadn’t lost all sentiment.
She crossed to the small table where Kenzie was carefully moving the tiny furniture pieces, her smile widening with each step. The kid must have been having fun because she hadn’t even noticed that Lacie was there.
Kneeling beside her niece, she said, “What are you doing?”
“Playing house.” Tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth, Kenzie placed the miniature baby into the tiny crib.
“Are you having fun?”
Kenzie nodded, her expression somewhere between determined and delighted.
“I know just how you feel, Kenzikins.” Lacie’s father had built the dollhouse when she and Marissa were little. Like Kenzie, Lacie would spend hours rearranging furniture and contemplating different wall colors. No wonder she’d gone into interior design.
“Would you mind helping me assemble these, dear?” At the counter beside the cash register, Mom shoved glitter-covered branches into one of five tall galvanized buckets.
“Sure.” She shrugged out of her coat, setting it beside the dollhouse before joining her mother.
Reaching for a trio of sparkling white branches, she mustered the courage to broach the topic of the holidays. “I noticed there wasn’t a turkey in the fridge or freezer. Would you like me to pick one up?” One at a time, she plunged the stems into the Epsom salt snow.
“That won’t be necessary.” After admiring her handiwork, Mom picked up a spool of wide purple ribbon and stretched a length around the first bucket. “I thought we’d just go to Bon Ton or The Outlaw. No point in spending our day off in the kitchen when for all intents and purposes, Thanksgiving is just another day.”
Had Mom’s heart really grown that hard?
“No, it’s not.” She stared at the woman in disbelief. “Thanksgiving is when family and friends come together to give thanks for their blessings.” Like we used to do when Daddy was alive.
Her mother smiled, seemingly unaffected by Lacie’s comments. “Okay, you pick where we should eat then.”
Passing the first bucket off to Mom for ribbon, Lacie reached for another cluster of branches. “Actually, I was kind of looking forward to some of your homemade dressing.”
No response. Barbara Collier had always been good at avoiding conflict.
But Lacie wasn’t willing to let it drop. “What if I cooked Thanksgiving dinner? Nothing fancy. Just some turkey, dressing—I’ll need your recipe—and maybe a pumpkin pie. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”
“I don’t know.” Mom tied another swath of ribbon. “I hate for you to go to so much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. I like to cook.” Especially when she had people to cook for. “Throw in those traditional recipes and I’m a goner.”
Mom was silent for a long moment. Finally, “Oh, all right. If you insist.”
She wasn’t aware she was insisting, but as long as they were on a roll... “And then, after dinner, maybe we could put up the Christmas tree.” Biting her lip, she held her breath and stabbed another twig in the bucket.
But her mother remained focused on the task at hand. Without so much as flinching, she said, “Lacie, you know I don’t celebrate Christmas anymore. If you want to take Kenzie to some of the festivities around town, that’s fine. But there is no Christmas at the house.”
She glared at her mother. “There used to be.”
How she used to love coming down the hallway Christmas morning to the glow of twinkling lights and the soft sound of Christmas carols playing in the background. So many memories. Memories she desperately wanted to recreate for Kenzie. God, please soften Mom’s heart.
“That was a lo
ng time ago.” Her mother moved her reading glasses to the top of her head and looked at Lacie. “People change.”
“And you won’t change for your granddaughter?”
Scooping up the two completed buckets, she whisked past Lacie to disperse them throughout the store. “We all have our beliefs and convictions. I have chosen not to celebrate Christmas.”
The bell over the door jangled then, ushering in a customer and effectively ending their conversation. Even though Lacie had so much more to say.
She glimpsed the little girl across the room. No, that wasn’t a discussion to be had while Kenzie was within earshot.
So she finished the other three buckets while Mom assisted her customer, then went to check on Kenzie. “Are you about ready to go pick out your birthday cake?”
The child beamed. “I want chocolate.”
Turning her gaze to the window, Lacie couldn’t help smiling. “Chocolate it is then.”
Maybe she’d even get the kid to take a nap this afternoon, allowing Lacie to work on that list for Matt.
Thoughts of the deputy had her wondering what he was doing for Thanksgiving. Perhaps they should invite him to join them. As a thank-you for helping her today.
She rubbed her arms, quickly dismissing the ridiculous notion. He had his own family. A rather large one, at that.
Besides, she had better things to do than worry about Matt Stephens’s Thanksgiving plans. Like figuring out how on earth she was going to have a Christmas for Kenzie when her mom was dead set against it.
* * *
An hour after Lacie pulled away, Matt sat at the counter at Granny’s Kitchen, a local diner, staring at his untouched burger. Seemed no matter how hard he tried to erase the memory, his mind kept rewinding to one February night nearly six years ago. Marissa’s last in Hawaii. A night that never should have happened.
His insides churned. The math added up. But still...
Marissa may have done him wrong, but she would have told him he had a child, wouldn’t she? Then again, she hadn’t told him she was dating someone else, either.
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