Coming Home For Christmas. RaeAnne Thayne

to meet you. Safe travels to you and...good luck with your little one.”

      “Thank you. Goodbye, Sonia.”

      Luke’s mouth tightened at the name. He looked at the woman and the bags surrounding her. “Do you need help carrying your things to your room?”

      “No. We didn’t bring much and my husband can carry what we have. Thank you, though.”

      Elizabeth rose and followed Luke across the lobby to an elevator in an alcove next to the fireplace.

      “You’re back to Sonia again?” he asked after pushing the button for their floor.

      She didn’t like feeling defensive. She hadn’t chosen to use a different name. Circumstances had been thrust upon her without her knowledge or consent. “It’s been my name for seven years. Elizabeth... She seems like a different person.”

      He didn’t say anything more as he led the way to the third floor and down the hall to their room.

      He unlocked the door and held it open for her. It was a comfortable space, far more so than she had feared they would end up sharing. The furniture looked new, two queen beds made out of honey-colored pine and covered in lodge-look comforters. There was even space for a small sitting area with a sofa and easy chair.

      As far as hotel rooms went, this one was fairly large. Still, unless it was the size of a ballroom, any place would still be too small for her to be comfortable spending several hours alone with Luke in it.

      He set their luggage down. “Do you need something to eat or will the sandwiches we bought earlier do? The front desk clerk said they have vending machines and there’s a restaurant still open next door.”

      “I’m not hungry,” she answered. “But if I need something, a sandwich is fine.”

      He stood for a moment, big and rangy and obviously as unenthusiastic as she was about being trapped in this hotel room together.

      “I left my phone in the truck. I’m going to grab it and maybe make a few calls down in the lobby. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

      Before she could answer, he turned around and headed out of the hotel room, leaving her alone once more.

       Chapter Four

      He closed the door outside the hotel room, aware he had just blatantly lied to his wife. His phone wasn’t in the truck; it was in his pocket. He had used the phone only as an excuse so he wouldn’t have to sit in that hotel room with Elizabeth either in silence or in stilted, awkward conversation.

      He wanted to spend as little time as possible with her. It was bad enough that he had been trapped with her for the last four hours. He needed a little distance to get his head back on straight.

      He headed down to the lobby, which was still chaotic but not quite as frenzied as it had been when they arrived. While he was tempted to go to the restaurant next door and see if they had a bar attached, he knew that wouldn’t solve anything.

      He didn’t drink much, his answer to growing up with an abusive alcoholic for a father. Sometimes he longed for the oblivion, but he feared what would happen once he started down that road.

      Instead, he managed to find a relatively quiet corner and sat for a minute checking his email and messages. Nothing was urgent, only a few scheduling conflicts with subcontractors on a couple of the houses he was building in Shelter Springs. He could deal with them after he returned to town.

      That done, he finally checked the time and saw it was 8:00 p.m., not too late to talk to the kids.

      His sister had called him three times that day and he had sent each to voice mail, not up to the battle he knew would ensue, but she needed to know he wouldn’t be back that night.

      Megan answered on the second ring. “Luke. It is about time you called. I’ve been worried sick! What is going on? Where are you?”

      “Stuck in central Oregon. We ran into a storm and won’t be back until morning.”

       “We?”

      He sighed. “Elizabeth. I told you I was coming to get her.”

      “Wrong. You told me nothing. Less than nothing. I’ve had just about enough of men and their cryptic explanations today.”

      That must mean Elliot Bailey was still busy with his latest undercover investigation for the FBI. He’d been gone three weeks and Megan wasn’t happy about the situation, especially when they were supposed to marry in less than a month.

      “You can’t just drop the kids off and announce you’re going after Elizabeth, then walk out the door before I can ask any questions,” she said.

      He hadn’t been fair to his sister. He had known that as soon as he drove away. His only excuse had been that he’d reacted out of anger and frustration after Cade Emmett called him early that morning, what seemed a lifetime and hundreds of miles ago. The Haven Point police chief called to warn him the new county district attorney, a temporary appointment until the next election, was preparing to file charges against him in the disappearance and presumed murder of his wife.

      The wife he had known for months was alive and well and living on the Oregon Coast.

      His reaction had been visceral, with not much thought behind it, though he’d had plenty of time to think on the eight-hour drive from Boise to the coast.

      “The morning was crazy,” he answered. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking after Cade called. Thanks for taking the kids, by the way.”

      “Of course. You know they’re always welcome here. I guess you won’t be back tonight, then.”

      “No. A big storm has traffic at a standstill. I’m hoping we can get an early start first thing in the morning.”

      “The kids are fine. Since Elliot still isn’t back, I might just take them back to your place so they can sleep in their own beds.”

      “No problem. Thanks. I owe you.”

      He knew this was only one tiny drop of debt in the vast ocean he owed his sister.

      “So. You have Elizabeth with you?”

      “Not at this particular moment in time. She’s up in the room. But yes. She’s coming back with me to clear things up once and for all.”

      “That will be a relief,” Megan said. “Are you...okay?”

      He squirmed at the concern in his sister’s voice. He knew what she was asking. How was he handling seeing her again?

      He didn’t know how to answer. He was stuck in a hotel room with a woman he had once loved with all his heart, had grieved for deeply when he thought she was dead and had come to despise now that he knew she had chosen to walk away from the life they were building.

      Yeah, he’d had better days.

      “I’m fine.” He gave his second lie of the evening. “I just wish I could be home with the kids. How are they doing? Did you have a good day?”

      “Yes. I took them to church,” she answered.

      Luke didn’t miss the hesitancy in her voice. He knew his sister well enough to sense she wasn’t telling him something. “What happened? What’s going on?”

      “Nothing you need to worry about. You have enough on your plate right now. We can talk when you get home.”

      “Megan. What happened.”

      She sighed. “I guess I need to tell you. Bridger got in a fight after Sunday school.”

      “No, he didn’t!”

      “Do you think I would lie about something like that?”

      Bridger