A Soldier for Christmas. Jillian Hart

that this was a date yet?

      “Cheeseburger, as ordered.” He handed out the chow. “Do you want to say grace or will you let me?”

      “Go for it.” She folded her hands, so sincere.

      He brimmed with a strange tenderness as he bowed his head together with hers. “Dear Father, thank you for watching over us today. Please bless this food and our renewed friendship. Amen.”

      “Amen.” A renewed friendship, huh? Kelly unclasped her hands and unwrapped her burger. At least he wasn’t trying to make this a date. “Why the marines?”

      “That’s easy.” He dug a few ketchup containers out of the bottom of the bag and as the wind caught the empty sack, he anchored it. “My life has a purpose. I make a difference.”

      “That matters to you.” She took a long look at him. “Making a difference matters to me, too.”

      “When I was a kid, watching the news coverage of Desert Storm, I was blown away by this segment they did on the marines. They were these powerful men with weapons, and they were taking care of refugees from the fighting. One of the refugees said how amazed he was by these big men. They looked fearsome, but they were also kind.”

      That pretty much summed it up for her. Kelly blinked and tried to act as if his words hadn’t sunk into her heart. He’d grown up and grown well. She only had to look into his clear, expressive eyes to know that he was a very fine man.

      Mitch took a big bite of his burger and leaned closer to dig a handful of fries out of the container. “Then it hit me, just how great that was in this world. To be a warrior fierce enough to protect and defend, to stand for what is right. That’s honor, in my opinion. And that’s how I serve. I do my very best every day.”

      What on earth did she say to that? She seemed frozen in place. She wasn’t breathing. It seemed as if her heart had stopped beating. His gaze met hers, and the honest force of it left her even more paralyzed. The magnitude of his gaze bored into hers like a touch, and she felt the stir of it in her soul, a place where she let no one in. How had he gotten past her defenses?

      He grabbed more fries. “How about you?”

      “M-me?”

      “Sure. Why social work?”

      “I didn’t tell you that.”

      “I noticed your textbooks. Are you getting your degree in sociology and a masters in social work?”

      “That’s the plan. I want to help children. There’s a lot of need out there.”

      “There is.” His voice deepened with understanding. There was something about a powerful man who radiated more than just might, but heart, too. “I remember back in high school that you were on your own a lot.”

      Keep the pain out of your words, she reminded herself. She wasn’t willing to confess about the loneliness and the fears of a child growing up the way she did. “I know I can help kids who are in a similar situation. I want to make a difference.”

      “I’m sure you can.” He studied her, his hazel eyes intensified. It was as if he could see the places within her that no one could. “You were in foster care. Is that right?”

      “On and off, depending on whether or not my mom was in jail for drugs or if my aunt’s bipolar disorder was under control.” She forced her gaze from his, breaking contact, but it was too late. She already felt so revealed. “I was lucky. I made it through all right. A lot of kids aren’t so fortunate.”

      “You’ve done very well for yourself.”

      “Not by myself.”

      “By the grace of God?” Mitch waited as Kelly stared toward the far end of the park. There was nothing there, no people to watch, no traffic, nothing but a row of shrubs shivering slightly in the balmy evening breezes. He knew it wasn’t the foliage she saw, but the past.

      He didn’t take for granted one second of his life, especially his childhood with two loving parents in a middle-class suburb. It was a start in life for which he was thankful. “About six years ago, I was training at Coronado when I got the word my dad had had a heart attack. I made it home in time to see him before he went into surgery. I think the good Lord was reminding my family just how lucky we are. We take nothing for granted, not anymore.”

      “Wise move.”

      He washed his emotions down with the ice-cold soda. “I’ve seen enough of the world to know that I wouldn’t be who I am without them. It’s a blessing to have parents like mine. Remember that favor I mentioned back in the store?”

      She dragged a pair of fries through the ketchup container. “I thought this dinner was the favor.”

      “Nope, this is my apology. For sticking my foot in my mouth and bringing up a subject that hurt you.”

      “You couldn’t have known. It’s all right.” She froze for a moment, and sadness flashed in her eyes again. “What’s this favor?”

      “I’ve been trying to find a gift for my mom. No luck. I’m clueless.”

      “You don’t look clueless. And you can’t be serious. You look around, you find things and you buy them. It’s called shopping. That’s how you find a gift. Our store is full of wonderful gifts. Why didn’t you say something when you were in before?”

      “I wanted to get a look at the jewelry store down the street first.”

      “Jewelry is always good. We have some lovely gold crosses.”

      “That’s what I got her last Christmas. She has everything else, a mother’s ring, more lockets than she can count. A charm bracelet so full of charms there’s no room for more. I need help.”

      “You certainly need something.” He was way too charming for her own good, Kelly decided. And she had a hard time saying no to a worthy cause. “When do you need this gift?”

      “Her birthday dinner is Sunday night.”

      “I should have known. A last-minute gift.”

      “Last minute? What do you mean?” He feigned mock insult. “This is Friday. I have two more days.”

      Why wasn’t she surprised? Kelly took the last bite of her burger. “Okay, what are your parameters?”

      “Something unique. Personal. It has to be fairly inexpensive. I’m thinking around a hundred dollars.”

      “That’s not so inexpensive. Have you tried the mall?”

      “You’re kidding, right? I avoid those at all costs.”

      “Why is that?”

      “No amount of military training can prepare a guy for the conditions that await him in a mall. I’m mall-phobic.”

      She seriously doubted that. She couldn’t imagine Mitch being afraid of anything. “Mall-phobia. I think I read about that in my abnormal psychology class.”

      “Funny. So, you’ll help me?”

      “It’s the least I can do for a friend.” Friend being the operative word. The beep of her alarm made her jump. Had that much time gone by already? “I’ve got to go.”

      “Duty calls.”

      “Exactly. Did you want to come with me? We can go through the sales books together.”

      “No time.” Disappointment settled like lead inside him. “I’ve got to be back by twenty hundred hours, and I’ve got over a two-hour drive ahead of me.”

      Was it his imagination, or did she look disappointed? Good. Now was the time to set up date number two. “I’m coming back to town on Sunday. How about the two of us get together and put in some serious shopping time?”

      “Sunday, then.” She folded her empty