Olivia.
Now, there was a gift he’d like to unwrap again.
As soon as Tessa got there and he had somebody to hold down the fort with Sophie, he was going to ask Olivia O’Ballivan, DVM, out on a real date. Take her to dinner somewhere fancy, up in Flagstaff, or in nearby Sedona.
In the meantime, he’d have to tough it out. Work hard. Take a lot of cold showers.
A worker went by, whistling “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”
Tanner almost told him to shut the hell up.
CHAPTER TEN
THERE WAS NO SLOWING down Christmas. It was bearing down on Stone Creek at full throttle, hell-bent-for-election, as Big John used to say. Watering Charlie Brown in her living room before braving snowy roads to get to the clinic for a full day of appointments, Olivia hummed a carol under her breath.
The week since Ashley had come home from Tennessee had been a busy one, rushing by. Olivia had had supper with Sophie and Tanner twice, once at her place, once at theirs.
And she hadn’t been able to shake off loving him.
It was for real.
The big tree in the center of town would be lighted as soon as the sun went down that night, to the noisy delight of the whole community, and after that, over at the high school gymnasium, the chamber of commerce was throwing their annual Christmas carnival, with a dance to follow.
In the kitchen Ginger began to bark.
Olivia frowned and went to investigate. They’d already been outside, and she hadn’t heard anybody drive in.
Passing the kitchen window, she saw a late-model truck pulling in at Starcross, pulling a long, mud-splashed horse trailer behind it.
Sophie’s much-anticipated aunt Tessa, Tanner’s sister, had finally arrived. That would be a relief to Tanner—more than once over the past week he’d admitted he was on the verge of heading out to look for Tessa. Even though Tessa called every night, according to Sophie, to report her progress, Tanner had been jumpy.
“He worries a lot about what could happen,” Sophie had told Olivia, on the q.t., while the two of them were frying chicken in the kitchen at Starcross. Then, as if concerned that Olivia might be turned off by the admission, she’d added, “But he’s really brave. He saved Uncle Jack’s life twice in the Gulf War.”
“And modest, too,” Olivia had teased.
But Sophie’s expression was serious. “Uncle Jack told me about it,” she’d said. “Not Dad.”
Now, with Ginger barking fit to deafen her, Olivia made an executive decision. She’d stop by Starcross on the way to town and offer a brief welcome to Tessa. It was the neighborly thing to do, after all.
And if she was more than a little curious about the soon-to-be-divorced former TV star, well, nothing wrong with that. Brad would have to share his local-celebrity status, at least temporarily.
Showing up would be an intrusion of sorts, though, Olivia reasoned as she and Ginger slipped and slid down the icy driveway to the main road. Who knew what kind of shape Tessa Quinn Whoever might be in after driving practically across country with a load of horses and a broken heart?
All the more reason to offer a friendly greeting, Olivia decided.
Tanner had probably already left for the construction site in town, and Sophie was surely in school, secretly lusting after the role of Emily in next year’s production of Our Town. Stone Creek never got tired of that play—perhaps because it reminded them to be grateful for ordinary blessings.
It bothered Olivia to think Tessa might have no one to welcome her, help her unload her prized horses and settle them into stalls. Since all her morning appointments were things a veterinary assistant could handle, Olivia decided she’d offer whatever assistance she could.
Only, Tanner was there when Olivia arrived, and so was Sophie.
She and Tessa—a tall, dark-haired woman who resembled Tanner—were just breaking up a hug. Tanner was pulling out the ramp on the horse trailer, but he stopped and smiled as Olivia drove up.
Her heart beat double time.
Sophie was obviously filling Tessa in on the new arrival as Olivia got out of the Suburban, leaving Ginger behind in the passenger seat. Tessa’s wide-set gray eyes, friendly but reserved, too, took Olivia’s measure as she approached, hands in the pockets of her down vest.
What, if anything, Olivia wondered, had Tanner told his sister about the veterinarian-next-door?
Nothing, Olivia hoped. And everything.
Except for a few stolen kisses when Sophie happened to be out of range, nothing had happened between Olivia and Tanner since Thanksgiving.
For all that she was playing with fire and she knew it, Olivia was past ready for another round of hot sex with the first man she’d ever loved—and probably the last.
Tanner made introductions; Tessa wiped her palms down the slim thighs of her gray corduroy pants before offering Olivia a handshake. The caution lingered in her eyes, though, and she slipped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders after the hellos had been said, and pulled her against her side.
“I’m trying to talk Tessa into going to the tree-lighting and the Christmas carnival and dance tonight,” Tanner said, watching his sister with an expression of fond, worried relief. “So far, it’s no-go.”
“It’s been a long drive,” Tessa said, smiling somewhat feebly. “I’d rather stay here. Maybe I’ll stop feeling as if the road is still rolling under me.”
“I’ll stay with you,” Sophie told her aunt, clinging with both arms and looking up with a delight that made Olivia feel an unbecoming rush of envy. “We can order pizza.”
“You don’t want to miss the tree-lighting,” Tessa said to Sophie, squeezing her once and kissing the top of her head. “Or the carnival. That sounds like a lot of fun.” The woman looked almost shell-shocked, the way Ashley had when Brad brought her home from Tennessee, and it wasn’t because of the endless highways and roadside hotels.
Will I look like that when Tanner’s gone? Olivia asked herself, even though she already knew the answer.
“Dad could bring me back after,” Sophie insisted. “Couldn’t you, Dad?”
Tanner looked at Olivia.
Tessa’s glance bounced between the two of them.
“Are you up for a Christmas dance, Doc?” Tanner asked. It was a simple question, but it sounded grave under the watchful eyes of Tessa and Sophie.
“I guess so,” Olivia said, because jumping up and down and shouting “Yes, yes, yes!” would have given her away.
“Note the wild enthusiasm,” Tanner said, grinning.
“I think she said yes,” Tessa remarked, her smile warming noticeably.
“Do you have a dress?” Sophie inquired, her brow furrowed. Clearly she was worried that Olivia would skip off to the Christmas festivities in her customary cow-doctor getup.
“Maybe I’ll buy one,” Olivia said, after chuckling. She still felt as if she’d swallowed a handful of jumping beans, though.
Buying a dress she’d probably never wear again?
What I did for love.
When she was a creaky old spinster veterinarian, she’d show the dress to her brother’s and sisters’ kids and tell them the story. The G-rated part, anyway.
She checked her watch, which was a perfectly normal thing to do. She even smiled. “I guess I’d better get to the clinic,” she said. Then, achingly aware of Tanner standing at the edge of her vision, she added, “Unless you need some help unloading those horses?”
“I think I can handle it, Doc,” he said good-naturedly. “But if you’re in a favor-doing mood, you can drop Sophie off at school.”
“Sure,” Olivia said, pleased.
“I thought I’d take today off,” Sophie piped up.
“You’re in or you’re out, kiddo,” Tanner told her. “You were dead set on continuing your education, remember?”
“Go,” Tessa told her niece. “I’ll probably be asleep all day anyway.”
Sophie nodded, very reluctantly, but in that quicksilv
er way of children, she had a warm smile going by the time she climbed into the front seat of the Suburban. Ginger, always accommodating, when it came to Sophie, anyway, had already moved to the back, her big furry head blocking the rearview mirror.
“Where are you going to plant Charlie Brown when Christmas is over?” Sophie asked, snapping her seat belt into place and settling in.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” Olivia admitted. “Maybe in town, on the grounds of the new shelter. I’ll be living upstairs when it’s finished.”
“I wish all Christmas trees came in pots, so they could be planted afterward,” Sophie said. “That way, they wouldn’t die.”
“Me, too,” Olivia said.
“Do you think trees have feelings?”
Ginger had shifted just enough to allow Olivia a glance in the rearview. Olivia caught a glimpse of Tanner, leading the first horse down the ramp and toward the newly refurbished barn.
“I don’t know,” Olivia answered belatedly, “but they’re living things, and they deserve good treatment.”
Mercifully, the conversation took a different track after that, though the subject of trees lingered in Olivia’s mind, leading to Kris Kringle at the lot in town, and finally to Rodney, who was living the high life in Brad’s barn at Stone Creek Ranch. For that little stretch of time, she didn’t think about Tanner.
Much.
“Aunt Tessa is pretty, don’t you think?” Sophie asked as ramshackle country fences whizzed by on both sides of the Suburban.
“She certainly is,” Olivia agreed, feeling unusually self-conscious about her clothes and her bobbed hair. Tessa’s locks flowed, wavy and almost as dark as Tanner’s, past her shoulders. “I don’t recall seeing her on TV, though.”
“We got you the season one DVD of California Women for Christmas,” Sophie said with a spark of mischief in her eyes. “It was supposed to be a surprise, though.”
Sophie and Tanner had bought her a Christmas present?
Lord, what was she going to give them in return? She hadn’t even shopped for Mac yet, let alone Brad and Meg, Ashley and Melissa, and the office staff and the other vets she worked with at the clinic.
“It’s no big deal,” Sophie assured her, evidently reading her expression.
Fruitcake? Olivia wondered, distracted. One of those things that came in a colorful tin and had a postapocalyptic sell-by date? If they didn’t eat it, it could double as a doorstop.
“How come you’re frowning like that?” Sophie pressed.
“I’m just thinking,” Olivia said as they reached the outskirts of town. The hardware store had fruitcake; she’d seen a display when she bought the lights and ornaments for Charlie Brown.
And what kind of loser bought bakery goods in a hardware store?
This was a job for super-Ashley, she of the wildly wielded rolling pin and the flour-specked hair. Olivia would drop in on her on her lunch break, she decided, to (a) borrow a dress for the dance, thereby saving posterity from the tale, and (b) persuade her sister to whip up something impressive for the Quinns’ Christmas present.
“This is cool,” Sophie said a few minutes later when Olivia pulled up to the curb in front of Stone Creek Middle School. “Almost like having a mom.” Having dropped that one, she turned to say a quick goodbye to Ginger, and then she disappeared into the gaggle of kids milling on the lawn.
Olivia’s hands trembled on the steering wheel as she eased out of a tangle of leaving and arriving traffic.
“We still have half an hour before you’re due at the clinic,” Ginger said, brushing Olivia’s face with her plumy tail as she returned to the front seat. “Let’s go by the tree lot and have a word with Kris Kringle. For Rodney’s sake, we need to know he’s on the level.”
“Not going to happen,” Olivia said firmly. “I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on before I start seeing patients and, besides, Kringle checked out with Indian Rock PD. Plus, Rodney’s doing okay at the homeplace. I get daily reports from either Meg or Brad, and we’ve been to visit our reindeer buddy twice in the last three days.”
Ginger was determined to be helpful, apparently. Or just to butt in. “How’s your mother?”
“I do not want to talk about my mother.”
“Denial,” Ginger accused. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to see her, just to get closure.”
“You need to stop watching talk-TV while I’m at work,” Olivia said. “Besides, Mommy dearest is in the clink right now.”
“No, she isn’t. Brad got her a lawyer and had her moved to a swanky ‘recovery center’ in Flagstaff.”
Olivia almost ran the one red light in Stone Creek. “How do you know these things?”
“Rodney told me the last time we visited. He heard Brad and Meg talking about it in the barn.”
“And you’re just getting around to mentioning this now?”
“I knew you wouldn’t take it well. And there’s the being in love with Tanner thing.”
Olivia grabbed her cell phone and speed-dialed her sneaky brother. Mr. Tough, refusing to bail their mom out of the hoosegow back in Tennessee. He hadn’t said a single word to her about bringing Delia to Arizona, or to the twins, either. They’d have told her if he had.
“Is Mom in a treatment center in Flagstaff?” she demanded the moment Brad said hello.
“How did you know that?” Brad asked, sounding both baffled and guilty.
“Never mind how I know. I just do.”
Brad heaved a major sigh. “Okay. Yes. Mom’s in Flagstaff. I was going to tell you and the twins after Christmas.”
“Why the change of heart, Brad?” Olivia snapped, annoyed for the obvious reason and, also, because Ginger was right. If she wanted any closure, she’d have to visit her mother, and after what had happened to Ashley, the prospect had all the appeal of locking herself in a cage with a crazed grizzly bear.
“She’s our mother,” Brad said after a long silence. “I wanted to turn my back on her, the way she turned hers on us, but in the end I couldn’t do it.”
Olivia’s eyes stung. Good thing she was pulling into the clinic lot, because she couldn’t see well enough to drive at the moment. “I know you did the right thing,” she said as Ginger nudged her shoulder sympathetically. “But I’ll be a while getting used to the idea of Mom living right up the road, after all these years.”
“Tell me about it,” Brad said. “It’s a long-term thing, Liv. Basically, the prognosis for her recovery isn’t good.”
Olivia sat very still in the Suburban, nosed up to the wall of the clinic, clutching the phone so tightly in her right hand that her knuckles ached. “Are you telling me she’s dying?”
“We’re all dying,” Brad answered. “I’m telling you that, in this case, ‘treatment center’ is a euphemism for one of the best mental hospitals in the world. She could live to be a hundred, but she’ll probably never leave Palm Haven.”
“She’s crazy?”
“She’s fried her brain, between the booze and snorting a line of coke whenever she could scrape the money together. So, yeah. She’s crazy.”
“Oh, God.”
“They’re adjusting her medication, and she’ll eat regularly, anyway. I’m not planning to pay her a visit until sometime after the first, and I’d suggest you wait, too. This is Mac’s first Christmas, and I plan to enjoy it.”
Becky, the receptionist, beckoned from the side door of the clinic.
“I’ve got to go,” Olivia said, nodding to Becky that she’d be right in. “Will you and Meg be at the tree-lighting and all that?”
“Definitely the tree-lighting. Probably the carnival, too. But maybe not the dance. Mac’s getting a tooth, so he’s not his usual sunny self.”
Olivia laughed, blinked away tears.
This was life, she supposed. Their mother’s tragedy on the one hand, a baby having his first Christmas and sprouting teeth on the other.
Falling in love with the wrong man at the wrong time.
Wh
at could you do but tough it out?
THE SOPHIE-OF-CHRISTMAS-FUTURE haunted Tanner—she still came to him almost every night in his dreams, and of course he mulled them over during the days. In one memorable visit he’d found her living alone in an expensive but sparsely furnished apartment, with only a little ceramic tree to mark the presence of a holiday. He’d counted two Christmas cards tacked to her wall. In another, she tried to get through to him by phone, wanting to wish him a Merry Christmas. He’d been unreachable. And in a third installment he’d seen her standing wistfully at the edge of a city playground, watching a flock of young mothers and their children skating on a frozen pond.
Was this really a glimpse of the future, Ebenezer Scrooge-style, or was he just torturing himself with parental guilt?
Either way, he’d come to dread closing his eyes at night.
“Sophie looks happy,” Tessa remarked from her seat at the kitchen table. Now that she’d finally arrived safely at Starcross at least, Tanner had one fewer thing to worry about. “And I like Olivia. Something special going on between the two of you?”
“What makes you think that?” he asked, hedging.
Tessa smiled at him over the rim of her coffee cup. “Oh, maybe the way you sort of held your breath when you asked her to the dance, until she said yes, and the way she blushed—”
“If I remember correctly,” Tanner broke in, “she said ‘I guess so.’”
“Could it be you’re finally thinking of settling down, Big Brother?”
Tanner dragged back a chair and sat. “A week ago, even a day ago, I probably would have said no. Emphatically. But I’m getting pretty worried about Sophie.”
Tessa arched an eyebrow, waited in silence.
“I’ve been having these crazy dreams,” he confessed, after a few moments spent trying to convince himself that Tessa would think he was nuts if he told her about them.
“What kind of crazy dreams?” Tessa asked gently, pushing her coffee cup aside, folding her arms and resting them on the table’s edge.
Tanner shoved a hand through his hair. “It’s as if I travel through time,” he admitted, every word torn out of him like a strip of hide. “Sophie’s in her thirties, and she’s a doctor, but she’s alone in the world.”
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