âWatch out, Daddy!â
When Parker Lennox brakes to an icy halt, he narrowly misses hitting...a Christmas angel?
Wait, thatâs Miss Bradshaw, his daughtersâ music teacher. Thankfully, no one was hurt. But one look in those angel eyes and the single dad and widower falls hard. Parker never thought heâd feel this way again...where every day feels like Christmas!
Nicole Bradshaw is no angelâat least not yet. This cancer survivor has plenty of life to live...and a planned pregnancy to prove it. So when Parker literally slides into Nicoleâs life, itâs like sheâs opened her presents early. She loves what sheâs getting, but can Parker accept that she survived the cancer that took his wife...and love a child that isnât his?
âHmm,â he said, still sounding amused. âI donât believe Iâve knocked a woman off her feet in thirty-plus years, and now itâs happened twice in one night.
âShould I be flattered or concerned enough for your safety that I keep a certain distance between us?â
Laughing, she scanned the area for Roscoe and tried to ignore the attraction sizzling in her blood. Hard to do, especially when combined with the security, the stability, sheâd experienced while in his arms. Something she absolutely could have used those many days and weeks sheâd spent in the hospital, whenâbetween the horrors of chemotherapy and several surgeriesâshe feared that fate would not grant her another tomorrow, let alone a baby.
Fortunately, she had survived. And four years later, she remained blissfully healthy.
âDonât take this the wrong way,â she said in response to Parkerâs question, âbut you shouldnât feel flattered or concerned. Iâve simply had one of those days. We all have them.â
âThat we do.â Tucking his arm into hers, as if heâd done so on numerous occasions in the past, he said, âBut since today is one of those days for you, I will feel significantly better if I do everything in my power to see that you donât fall down again.â
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The Colorado Fosters: Theyâd do anything for each otherâ¦and for love!
Chapter One
Cotton-puff snowflakes shimmered in the glow of the neighborhoodâs streetlights as they lazily dropped from the sky. A pretty sight, Parker Lennox thoughtâthe way they twirled and whirled in the air with gentle, perfect grace reminded him oddly of the ballets his late wife used to drag him to when they lived in Boston.
Hard to believe that the last ballet Parker attended was over seven years ago now, and that Bridget had been gone for close to six. Didnât seem possible some days. Other daysâlike todayâthose six years were akin to an entire lifetime. Either way, he missed his wife.
Everything about Bridget, Parker missed. Her wide, effortless smile, her laughâsometimes sweet and quiet, other times chortling and boisterousâthe way she would look at him from across a room and how her body spooned into his while they slept.
Lord. Six years. How had that even happened?
In that time, heâd packed up his two young daughters, Erin and Megan, and moved them to his hometown of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, to settle and get away from the constant memories of Bridget. Remaining in Boston, with the same restaurants and parks and shops and, well, the same everything, let alone living in the house theyâd shared as a family, had quickly become an act of torture. For him, but more important, for his daughters.
Erin had been only four, Megan two, when Bridgetâs cancer won its long-fought, grisly battle. The aftermath of losing their mother had left his little girls in a somber, colorless world filled with pain and heartache. Him, too, naturally, but age made a huge difference in how a person processed grief. As an adult, he knew he had to push through the darkness of Bridgetâs death in order to find whatever light existed at the other end.
His girls, though? They did not understand this, and the morning Parker had found Erin and Megan huddled together in his bedroom closet with their motherâs clothes wrapped around their small, slender bodies and tears coursing down their cheeks had made that fact crystal clear.
That morning had ended his ongoing mental debate on whether they should stay in Boston, where the familiar could, over time, prove healing, or relocate to Steamboat Springs, where the girls might find breathingâjust breathingâa little easier. So, despite his mother- and father-in-lawâs objections and just shy of a year following his wifeâs passing, Parker sold his house, quit his job and brought his family here, to a less expensive home and new surroundings.