A Laramie, Texas Christmas. Cathy Thacker Gillen

      “Only wish I had been here,” Rio interjected good-naturedly.

      Kevin knew that was true. He was going to be living this one down forever.

      “But I need to get going,” she said firmly, taking charge of the situation once again. “If you two would be so kind and help me take these last three items out to the van, I’ll lock up. I want to get to town and back before dark.”

      It had been a long time since Kevin had encountered a woman with such spunk and vitality. However, he wasn’t quite sure yet that he could trust her as Miss Sadie and Dash Nelson apparently did. “You’re staying here?”

      She stooped to pick up some of the mail scattered here and there. “Yes.”

      Kevin and Rio bent down to help. “For…?” Kevin asked.

      Noelle Kringle’s eyes locked with his. “However long Miss Sadie needs me.”

      CHRISTMAS HAD ALWAYS BEEN a holiday that reminded Noelle of everything she didn’t have, but she was determined her son was going to have a better life. She hadn’t done right by him in the past, choosing to work nonstop through the festive season in order to bring in as much money as possible for them. But this Christmas was going to be different. She had passed on many of the holiday jobs sent her way, and had scheduled time off for herself until after the new year. And she had begun talking to Mikey about what Christmas meant well in advance, explaining everything from mangers to jolly old St. Nick. Noelle knew Mikey didn’t quite get it all yet, but by the time the season was over, he would have a much greater understanding of the rebirth and renewal, hope and happiness that the holiday brought. And they would both be better for it.

      Her plans hadn’t included running into a sheriff’s deputy who set her heart racing. She hadn’t been attracted to a man since her husband had died, but she was attracted to Kevin McCabe, even if she didn’t want to be. She felt the undeniable physical pull every time she looked into his mesmerizing eyes.

      Not that anything was going to happen. The last thing she needed was to get involved with anyone in law enforcement. And that went double for someone as inquisitive as Kevin McCabe, Noelle thought, as she got out of the rented van and moved around to extract Mikey from his car seat.

      To her delight, the Laramie Gardens Home for Seniors was a bright and cheerful facility. A huge Christmas tree sparkled in the common room off the lobby. The high school choir was squeezed in against one wall, singing carols to residents seated on the comfortable chairs and sofas. Mikey watched, spellbound, as Noelle checked in at the front desk, then started back to Miss Sadie’s room with him perched on her hip.

      “Well, one would never guess you had surgery yesterday.” Noelle smiled as she walked in. The elegant eighty-five-year-old woman—who bore a striking resemblance to Katherine Hepburn, right down to her auburn-tinted hair and lively eyes—was sitting up in bed. She wore a pale blue hospital gown and robe, and her cheeks were a little more pale than usual, but her hair had been brushed and twisted up into its usual stylish knot on top of her head. As always, the kindness that had drawn Noelle in exuded from the woman in waves. In the seven years Noelle had known her, Miss Sadie had become the grandmother she had always wanted but never had. The way Miss Sadie doted on Mikey, he might as well have been her great-grandson. Noelle wasn’t sure how she would have survived in the three years since Michael, Sr., had died if it hadn’t been for Miss Sadie’s stabilizing presence in her life. And Noelle owed Sadie’s nephew, Dash Nelson, a lot, too. The two were the closest thing she and Mikey had to family these days.

      Relieved to see the older woman looking so well, she leaned down to give her a hug.

      Miss Sadie pointed to the cast that went from midthigh to instep on her left leg. “Can you believe it? All those years skiing and never one broken bone…”

      “You’re lucky it wasn’t more serious.”

      “So the doctors said. Hello, Mikey darling.”

      Mikey grinned and waved both hands frantically. “Mah Sadie!” He lurched far enough out of Noelle’s arms for Sadie to deliver the traditional kiss on his small cheek.

      “I’ve got all the things you wanted in the van outside,” Noelle said.

      “Good.” Miss Sadie motioned for her to take a seat. “I’ll have Dash carry them in when he gets here. Meantime, let’s talk about the party I’m supposed to be throwing in Houston next week.”

      Noelle put Mikey on the floor. She reached into her carryall for a miniature Santa sleigh and two toy reindeer and handed them to him. He sat down and began playing. “You sure you’re up to that?” In the past, Miss Sadie had divided her time equally between Laramie and Houston. But Christmas Eve and Christmas Day she’d always spent at Blackberry Hill, in the neighborhood where she and her late oilman husband had grown up.

      “Oh, yes. It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day.”

      Noelle plucked her notepad from her shoulder bag. “Any chance you can go back for your traditional open house in Houston?” The party was a hugely popular bash. Noelle had been helping Miss Sadie plan and execute the annual black-tie event for the last seven years.

      She shook her head. “My doctors want me here where they can keep an eye on me until the cast comes off in six weeks. Although I did get them to agree to let me spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at Blackberry Hill, as usual.” She sighed. “So you and I have our work cut out for us. First, we’re going to need to notify all the guests that the party in my Houston home is canceled. I’d like to donate all the food and flowers to the Texas Children’s Home. And see if the brass quintet we had hired to play at the party would be willing to play there also.”

      “No problem.” Noelle wrote rapidly on the pad in front of her. “I think I can get that done tomorrow.”

      “Second, since I can’t get around on my own right now, I’m going to need your help getting ready for Christmas here.”

      “I can do that, too.” Noelle smiled.

      “And then…” Sadie’s lower lip trembled. She looked as if she was about to cry. “There is the identity theft to be dealt with.”

      “Not to worry, dear Aunt Sadie,” a voice called warmly from the doorway. “Your nephew Dash is already on the case.”

      Noelle looked up in time to see Dash Nelson saunter in. As usual, the accomplished attorney was wearing a suit and tie that perfectly suited his trim, athletic frame. Exuding every bit as much kindness as his beloved great-aunt, Dash paused to pat Noelle’s shoulder affectionately and ruffle Mikey’s hair, then continued on over to the hospital bed where Miss Sadie sat. “I just got off the phone with the sheriff’s department,” he informed her, bending to kiss her forehead. “They’re sending their fraud expert over to talk to you right away.”

      Unbidden memories sifted through Noelle. Keeping the smile fixed on her face, she pushed them away. Thankfully, this mess wasn’t about her. She could help manage it without worrying about ending up in the middle of it. And in the process she could help repay Miss Sadie and Dash for all they had done for her.

      Miss Sadie beamed at them both. “What would I do without you two?”

      Dash settled on the end of his aunt’s bed. “That’s not something you need to worry about, since the two of us aren’t going anywhere.” He reached over and playfully squeezed Noelle’s hand. “Right, Noelle?”

      She smiled. Was it her imagination or was Dash suddenly acting a little different around her?

      She had no chance to dwell on it, as footsteps sounded in the hall outside Miss Sadie’s room. A rap on the door frame preceded a very handsome deputy sticking his head in.

      Noelle took a calming breath as she and the interloper regarded each other in contemplative silence.

      “Why, Kevin McCabe!” Miss Sadie cried in delight.

      His dark eyes alive with