1225 Christmas Tree Lane. Debbie Macomber

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      There was a lot of laughter and smiling as they caught up with one another, but then Cecilia grew serious. She turned toward Olivia. “I was out to see Allison this morning.” She bowed her head slightly. “Do … do you ever visit your son’s grave?” she asked in a small voice.

      “Yes,” Olivia admitted softly. “On Jordan’s birthday, Justine and I put flowers by his headstone.”

      “Ian and I went this morning and cleaned off her grave. The kids brought her a poinsettia.”

      “It’s still difficult, isn’t it?” Olivia said, reaching across the table to squeeze Cecilia’s hand.

      Grace leaned over to grab a tissue and passed it to the young woman.

      “Do you still cry?” Cecilia asked, unmistakable pain in her voice. The loss of her infant daughter was an anguish that might fade but would never disappear. Grace knew that from her own experience, losing Dan.

      “Yes,” Olivia said. “We don’t forget our children. Ever. We can’t. There’s been a gaping hole in my heart—in my life—ever since we lost Jordan. He was only thirteen….” She cleared her throat. “I’ve chosen to fill that hole with love.”

      “I have, too,” Cecilia whispered. “Love for Ian and our other children. Both Aaron and Mia know they had an older sister. On Allison’s birthday last year, Aaron wanted to bake her a cake.”

      “Did you?”

      Cecilia nodded. “It never felt right to leave Allison when Ian was transferred. I’m so glad we’re moving back.”

      “We’re glad, too,” Grace told her. Then because she was afraid they’d all end up weeping, she changed the subject. “So, you’re looking for a house….”

      “Oh, yes.” Cecilia wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened. “Ian and I want to talk to you about the house on Rosewood Lane.”

      Grace smiled happily. “Well, as I said, my last renters left when their lease expired, and the house is empty. Cliff and I would be delighted to rent it to you.”

      Olivia checked her watch. “Sorry to rush off, but Justine needs me to baby-sit this afternoon.”

      “Of course.” Grace stood, too, and hugged her friend. “If I don’t see Charlotte, make sure you thank her for the fruitcake.”

      “Will do.”

      “See you Christmas Eve at Noelle’s birthday party, right after church.” She briefly explained, for Cecilia’s benefit, who Noelle was and that she’d been born here at the ranch a year earlier.

      “Yes, see you then,” Olivia confirmed. She put on her coat and gloves and wished Cecilia a merry Christmas. Grace walked her out, returning to find Cecilia by the back door, looking at her children, who were taking turns on the pony. “About the house,” Cecilia began, moving back to the kitchen table. “Ian and I—”

      A polite knock sounded at the door, but before Grace could reach it, Ian Randall came inside. “Hello, Grace,” he said warmly. “Cliff said I should go on in. He’s taking the kids into the barn to feed the horses.” Giving an obligatory bark, Beau trotted over to him and Ian crouched down to stroke the sleek, soft head.

      “They’re going to love that,” Cecilia said. “Aaron is such an animal person.” She might as well have said, And so is Ian.

      “Would he like a puppy for Christmas?” Grace rushed to ask, knowing how desperate Beth was to find good homes.

      “He’d love one,” Cecilia replied, “but with the move, a puppy—”

      “He can pick one out. They’re at a tree farm owned by Beth Morehouse, a friend of ours. If you get a puppy, Cliff and I can keep him here with Beau until you’re back in Cedar Cove.”

      Cecilia and Ian exchanged a glance. “That’s too much to ask.”

      “Not at all. And it would be a huge help to Beth. Someone abandoned ten puppies on her porch and she needs good homes for them before Christmas.”

      “Aaron’s responsible, and he’d love it,” Cecilia prompted. “Besides, we’d be rescuing a puppy. What do you think?” She looked at her husband, obviously attracted to the idea.

      Ian shrugged. “A puppy for Aaron would be a great gift … if you’re positive you don’t mind keeping him for a few weeks.”

      “We wouldn’t mind in the least,” Grace assured him.

      “Okay, that’s settled. We’ll go and see your friend, pick out a puppy.” Ian pulled out a chair and sat down next to his wife. “Did Cecilia mention the house on Rosewood Lane?”

      “We’d just started to talk about it,” Grace said. “I told her it’s available and we’d love to rent it to you again.”

      Ian shook his head.

      “You don’t want it?” This surprised Grace because she remembered how fond Cecilia had been of the place and all the small homey changes she’d made. “My mistake. I’m sorry,” she said with some embarrassment.

      “Actually, Cecilia and I were wondering,” Ian said, clasping his wife’s hand, “if you and Cliff would consider selling us the house.”

      “Selling,” Grace repeated. “Oh … I hadn’t thought of that.”

      “I brought it up to Cliff,” Ian continued, “and he said the decision was yours.”

      “Well … yes, I suppose it is,” Grace murmured. Her immediate reaction was not to sell. Her emotional attachment to the house on Rosewood Lane remained strong. “Can I think about it and get back to you sometime in the next couple of days?” “Of course,” Ian said.

      The back door opened again and Cliff came in with the two children. Aaron was instantly on the floor, playing with Beau, and Mia ran to tell her mother all about riding Pixie.

      The rest of the visit passed in a blur for Grace, preoccupied as she was with Ian’s request. She served cocoa and cookies and presented the Randalls with the small Christmas tree, which thrilled the kids, but she was hardly aware of anything that was said. The young family left soon afterward.

      Grace and Cliff waved them off and returned to the house.

      “From the look on your face, Ian must have said something about wanting to buy the house.” Cliff walked over to the coffeepot and refilled his mug. He leaned against the counter as he waited for her reply.

      “He did.”

      “And?”

      “I … don’t know if I can give it up.”

      “Then tell them it’s only available to rent,” he said matter-of-factly.

      “But … this is exactly the type of family I’d want to sell the house to.” Grace found she couldn’t keep still. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it for no reason. Closing it, she circled the kitchen table.

      “I understand.” Cliff came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “It’s a big decision.”

      Grace exhaled slowly. “It is … but I think it’s time,” she said with sudden resolve. “My old life was on Rosewood Lane. My new life is here with you—and Beau.”

      Lying on the braided carpet beneath the kitchen table, Beau raised his head and barked once. Apparently, he was in full agreement.

      Chapter 3

      Two down and eight puppies to go.

      Saturday morning, the day before Christmas Eve, Aaron Randall—as well as his parents and little sister—had stopped by and picked out a puppy. Grace, bless her, had agreed to keep tiny Poko until the Randalls returned to Cedar Cove in the second week