Anything for Danny

Dear Santa Claus,

Before I tell you what I want this year for Christmas, I want to thank you for bringing me that super model of a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress bomber plane last year. It took me a long time to put it together and now it’s hanging over my bed.

This year I’ve got something harder in mind, but it’s something I want really, really bad. I’d like it if you could please do whatever you can to get my mom and dad back together again. I know, it’s going to be a tough job, but they belong with each other. We need to be a family again and I know you can pull it off if anyone can.

I’m just a kid, but I know Mom and Dad still love each other. Grown-ups can be pretty dumb, huh? I would really be happy if you could do this for me as soon as possible.

Yours truly,

Danny Morgan

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is an award-winning author who has written more than fifty novels for Silhouette Books. In 1995 she won Best Silhouette Romance from Romantic Times BOOKreviews for Anything for Danny. In 1998 she also won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series.

Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. She’s looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.

To my dad. Your courage inspired, your

laughter enlivened, your love warmed me through the years. I love you, big man!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

“Sherri, you can’t be serious about this,” Margaret, Sherri Morgan’s best friend, said in dismay.

“I’m very serious about it.” Sherri poured Margaret another glass of iced tea, then rejoined her at the kitchen table. “You know what this means to Danny.”

“Yes, but a cross-country trip in a motor home…in the winter…with Luke…it’s madness, sheer madness.” Margaret frowned and twirled a strand of her shoulder-length blond hair. “Mark my words, it’s madness.”

Sherri smiled ruefully. “It probably is, but Luke and I have agreed that if this is what Danny wants, then we’ll give it to him. Besides, with three weeks of Christmas vacation from school, it’s the best time to go.”

“But I thought you and Luke barely speak to each other, that there was all kinds of bad blood between you.”

“We speak,” Sherri replied. “We don’t see each other often but when we do we’re always civil and polite. As far as bad blood…it’s been five years since our divorce. I don’t hold any grudges. I have my life and he has his.”

“I still say the whole idea is crazy. What are you going to do if you get snowed in someplace?”

“Dig out,” Sherri returned with a grin.

Margaret frowned. “What did the doctor say? Is Danny really well enough to make the trip?”

Sherri’s smile trembled slightly. “Dr. Winthrope says if we’re going to do it, now is the time. Danny’s stabilized for the moment, but who knows how long it will last?” A sharp stab of pain pierced her heart as she thought of her nine-year-old son.

Sweet Danny with the sunshine smile and overwhelming enthusiasm for life. Cheerful Danny…her life. His diagnosis of leukemia a year before had thrown her world topsy-turvy. “Anyway,” she continued, shoving these sad thoughts aside, “it’s all set. With both Danny and me on Christmas vacation and the weather so unusually mild, there’s no reason not to go. We leave first thing in the morning.”

“Well, I think the whole thing is crazy,” Margaret repeated once again. “Can you put up with Luke for three weeks in the cramped confines of a motor home?” Margaret eyed her skeptically.

Sherri slowly nodded. “Sure. I can put up with anything for any amount of time for Danny,” she replied with grim determination. “Even Luke.”

“Hey, Mom, it’s here!” Danny’s excited voice drifted in through the kitchen window. “Come out and see. It’s here. It’s here!”

“Goodness, what’s he talking about?” Margaret looked at Sherri curiously. “You’d think the Goodyear blimp just parked on your front yard.”

Sherri laughed. “Not the Goodyear blimp…the motor home. The people from the Dream Producers said it would be delivered some time this morning. Come on, we’d better get out there or Danny will have a fit.”

Together the two women grabbed their coats, left the kitchen and walked out into the early-morning Connecticut sunshine. Sherri stepped off the porch, then stopped and caught her breath as she eyed the shining vehicle parked along the curb in front of the house.

It was bright blue, with the Dream Producer’s logo on the side. It was huge. It was a monstrosity. It looked more like a house than a vehicle. And that’s exactly what it would be for the next three weeks, their home on wheels.

“Hi, Sherri.” The driver, one of the volunteers from the Dream Producers Charity, got out of the motor home and gave her a jaunty salute.