Candlelight Christmas. Сьюзен Виггс

he said, “completely.” The surprise was not the offer he’d made. The surprise was how clear he was on this decision. He did intend to help her. “Look, you’re probably not going to need my help,” he said, “but if you do, I’m here.”

      “Really?” she whispered, still not moving. “Seriously?”

      “Seriously. If your kids need to stay with someone, I’m here.”

      “An angel, that’s what you are.” Tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. “You’re a flesh-and-blood angel.”

      He laughed, trying to lighten the moment. “Don’t lay that on me. Believe me, I’m nobody’s angel.”

      Part 3

      Man Food

      A lot of business is done over beer and food. It helps a man think better.

      Beer-Cheese Spread

      1 (2-pound) block sharp Cheddar cheese, shredded

       1 small onion, minced

       2 garlic cloves, minced

       ½ teaspoon hot sauce

       ¼ teaspoon ground red pepper

       1 (12-ounce) bottle amber beer, at room temperature

       Salt and pepper to taste

      Garnish:

      thyme sprig

      Beat together first 5 ingredients at low speed with a heavy-duty electric stand mixer until blended. Gradually add beer, beating until blended. Beat at medium-high speed until blended and creamy. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and chill. Garnish with a thyme sprig. Store in refrigerator up to two weeks. Serve with crackers, or use to make grilled cheese sandwiches.

      [Source: adapted from Southern Living, 2007]

      Chapter Four

      Following through on a crazy impulse was often the right thing to do.

      As soon as the workweek started, Logan got together with his two best buddies, Adam Bellamy and Jeff Bailey, Suzanne’s husband. They hooked their mountain bikes on the back of his Jeep and headed up the winding road that curved around the mountain.

      “Hope you’re up for a screaming ride,” Logan said. “And then a business meeting.” He’d told them about his idea of taking on the resort at Saddle Mountain. In the bright sun of a September morning, the wild hills around Willow Lake were clad in a crazy quilt of colors. The drive up to the ski resort filled Logan with nostalgia, for the boy he’d once been, and for Charlie, the boy he’d raised.

      The boy who was moving half a world away.

      Logan had worked nonstop on the new enterprise, meeting with the retiring owner and sketching out a detailed business plan. There was only one glitch—money. He needed lots of money, more than any one guy had. He needed investors. He’d been on the phone and email constantly, talking with bankers, brokers, private investors. Thanks to his business in town, he knew a lot of people, and there was serious interest. He was working with an expert in ski resort financing, who told him the preliminary financials looked good. There was a lot more work to do, but Logan was determined.