A Cold Creek Christmas Story. RaeAnne Thayne

laugh. I don’t know where you came up with that. I laugh all the time. I’m a freaking hyena.”

      Celeste laughed out loud, which earned her a surprised look from Frankie.

      “You’re so lucky that you had the chance to read the new book,” Frankie informed her. “Half the children in town would willingly forgo all their presents under the tree if they could lay their hands on the next Sparkle book.”

      Even though she was grossly exaggerating, the library director had the perfect tone with Olivia—friendly and polite, but not overly solicitous. She had a feeling Flynn would hate the latter.

      “It’s really, really good,” Olivia said solemnly. “I still like the first one best, but the second one is almost my favorite.”

      Frankie smiled, but before she could answer, one of the other library volunteers came over with a question about checking out DVDs, and she reluctantly excused herself to deal with the crisis.

      “Is there something I can help you with?” Celeste asked after her friend walked away. “Would you like a temporary card so you can check out materials? I’m sure that wouldn’t be a problem, considering I know where to find you.”

      “No. Actually, we have another reason for being here.”

      If she wasn’t mistaken, Flynn looked a little uncomfortable, which made her even more curious.

      “Oh? What is it?”

      He didn’t answer and Olivia didn’t say anything, either. Finally Flynn nudged her. “Go ahead.”

      “It’s my birthday,” the girl began.

      “I know. I think it’s great that you decided the library is the perfect place to celebrate a birthday. I completely agree!”

      Olivia giggled a little. “No, we’re not celebrating my birthday here. I told my dad the only thing I want for my birthday is to have pizza.”

      “Ooh, pizza. My favorite,” she said, though she was still mystified about why they might be at the library and why Flynn still looked uncomfortable. “Are you looking for a book on how to make pizza?”

      The girl shook her head. “We’re going to the pizza restaurant down the street.”

      “I can highly recommend it. It’s one of my favorite places.”

      Olivia gave her a shy look. “That’s good. Because I want to have pizza with you on my birthday.”

      She blinked, taken by surprise. “With...me?”

      “Yes. That would be the best birthday ever. My favorite thing to eat and my new friend and the lady who writes such good Sparkle books.” She beamed as if the matter was settled.

      “Don’t feel obligated,” Flynn said quickly. “If you already have plans, we completely understand. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”

      “Yes,” the girl said.

      Dinner. With Olivia and Flynn. She thought of a hundred reasons why she should say no. How could she possibly eat with these nervous butterflies racing around in her stomach? And she probably wouldn’t be able to think of anything to say and would look even more stupid than she felt.

      All those reasons paled into insignificance. Olivia wanted to have pizza with her for her birthday, and Celeste couldn’t let her own social awkwardness stand in the way of making that particular wish come true.

      “I would be honored to come help you celebrate your birthday. Thank you for inviting me.”

      Olivia’s smile was sweetly thrilled. “She said yes, Dad!”

      The sight of this tough-looking man gazing down at his daughter with such love just about broke Celeste’s heart. “So I heard. That’s great.” He turned to her. “What time are you finished with work?”

      “Five-thirty.”

      “Would seven work for pizza? We can pick you up.”

      “I can meet you at the restaurant.”

      “We don’t mind. Do you still live at the Star N?”

      She knew he probably didn’t mean for that to sound pitiful, but she still had to wince. That wasn’t exactly true. She had gone off to Boise for her undergraduate work, then Seattle for her master’s degree. She wasn’t completely a homebody, even if she had jumped at the chance to return to her hometown library to work.

      If she was living on her family’s ranch, it wasn’t because of any failure to launch, only because of the tragic circumstances of Travis’s death.

      “I live on the ranch but not in the main house,” she told him. “I’m at the foreman’s place, the small log house closest to the entrance.”

      “Perfect. Plan on us at seven.”

      She was going out to dinner with Flynn Delaney and his daughter. This certainly wasn’t the way to get the man out of her head, but she didn’t see how she could refuse.

      The truth was she didn’t want to anyway. She was both touched and flattered that sweet Olivia wanted to spend time with her for her birthday.

      “Sounds good. Meanwhile, are you sure you don’t want to check out some books on a temporary library card? We still have a great selection of holiday books available. It’s the section there against the wall.”