AN UNEXPECTED GIFT
As the single mom of triplets, Megan Rivers has no time to spare, especially for her playboy neighbor, Will Trentâsheâs been burned by his kind before. But when the flirty firefighter pleads for her help with an adorable baby boy suddenly left in his care, Megan canât say noâ¦for the babyâs sake, of course.
After his fiancée ditched him, Will had been enjoying the single life. Now heâs taking the kids to see Santa and picking out Christmas trees with Megan, and he realizes he likes being a family man. Willâs ready to give love another chance, but can he convince Megan to do the same?
âYou didnât like me because of âa vibeâ?â Will repeated.
âSorry,â Megan said in a small voice.
He sighed. âI guess I didnât help matters. Every time I saw you, I was determined to get a more positive response. A smile, a laugh, something. I just compounded the problem, didnât I?â
âThatâs all behind us.â She gave him an earnest look, laying her hand on his forearm as she added in an oh-so-sincere tone, âI find you downright tolerable now!â
âSmart-ass.â
âLanguage, William!â Megan jokingly chided.
âOkay, smartbutt.â
âHey!â the bearded cashier interrupted, beaming at them and pointing toward the ceiling. âYou two are under the mistletoe.â
Meganâs pulse stuttered and she raised her gaze slowly, as if afraid of what sheâd find. Yep. A sprig of mistletoe with a red velvet bow tied around it. Her eyes slid to Willâs face. He was looking straight at her, his expression hungry. A hot shiver went through her. Is he going to kiss me?
TANYA MICHAELS, a New York Times bestselling author and five-time RITA® Award nominee, has been writing love stories since middle-school algebra class (which probably explains her maths grades). Her books, praised for their poignancy and humor, have received awards from readers and reviewers alike. Tanya is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a frequent public speaker. She lives outside Atlanta with her very supportive husband, two highly imaginative kids and a bichon frise who thinks sheâs the center of the universe.
For Melissa Silva, one of the best friends
anyone could ask for, who moved away while I was working on this book. I miss you every dayâhope you have that new guest room ready for visitors!
Chapter One
Ever since Thanksgiving, the flower shop had been selling a lot of poinsettias and wreaths, but the cowboy frowning intently at the chart on the counter was obviously looking for something else. Watching him try to make a selection, Megan Rivers thought suddenly of her ex-husbandâof the colorful gerbera daisies heâd brought her when the fertility treatments finally worked and, months later, the overpriced guilt bouquets when he cheated on her during her complicated pregnancy. Was the handsome cowboy whoâd wandered in seeking a way to ease his own guilt?
Whereâs your holiday spirit, Meg? This was supposed to be the âmost wonderful time of the year,â not the most cynical.
Besides, when the man tipped back his hat for a better look at an arrangement, she recognized him as a local rancher whoâd been really kind to her three-year-old daughters at a town festival a few months ago. After a moment of searching her memory, his name came to her. âItâs Jarrett, right? Can I help you find something?â
âYes, please.â He gave her a grateful smile. âIâm drawing a blank. Roses for romance, lilies for bereavement. What kind of flower says âI know your parents make you crazy, but itâs just a few days and youâre a badass who can handle anythingâ?â
Megan laughed in spite of herself. She could relate to parental anxiety. Her own mother was...challenging. âHmm. Thatâs not a request we get every day. But lavender is known to be soothing. We could make sure thereâs some of that included.â
She opened a sample book and flipped through some photos, suggesting changes they could make to personalize each bouquet. A few minutes later, as she was writing Jarrettâs contact information on an order form, the bell above the door rang, signaling the arrival of Gayle Trent, the local sheriffâs mother.
Megan waved. âGood morning. Here on wedding-related business?â The sheriff was getting married in a couple of weeks, and Megan was responsible for all the arrangements, boutonnieres and pew bows. The bride-to-be had placed the pertinent orders weeks ago, but she wouldnât be the first bride to second-guess details as the big day approached.
Gayle shook her head. âJust picking up the wreath for the quilting clubâs annual holiday luncheon.â
Jarrett turned to enlist her help. âAs long as youâre here, Mrs. Trent, can I get your opinion on these flowers Iâm ordering for Sierra?â