Daddy's Christmas Miracle: Santa in a Stetson. Rebecca Winters

think you do.”

      “All right, then.” She lifted her chin. “If you must know, I don’t want to be like Steve.”

      Her sister blinked. “What do you mean?”

      “He hung around you for years hoping for any crumbs you would throw his way. But you never noticed him or any man until Jake came along and rocked your world.” She swallowed hard. “I’m not like Steve. I’d rather die first,” she whispered.

      “Your situation is entirely different from mine. As for Colt Brenner, he’s thrown you more than a crumb,” her sister insisted.

      “Wrong. Let me ask you a question. Who suggested I stay on a few days to do some of Jake’s legwork here? Colt or Jake?”

      “Jake.”

      “Don’t you see? He didn’t leave Colt a choice.”

      “I have a feeling he’s secretly pleased the way things are turning out.”

      “No. He’s been single sixteen years for a reason.”

      Maggie’s expression sobered. “If you really believe that, then check into a motel in Bozeman after you drop us off at the airport and get busy running down evidence for Jake. You know I’ll do my part. Once the objective has been accomplished and Colt doesn’t need your services any longer, walk away from him and see what happens.”

      Nothing will happen. But no one gave sounder advice than Maggie. Get the job done you’ve been asked you to do, then get out!

      On a gush of love for her sister, Kathryn hugged her hard. “You’re brilliant! I’m ready to go downstairs and dig in.”

      “Good.” With their arms around each other, they left the bedroom.

      Kathryn knew the way to the family room, but the second she entered it, her heart rate went into hyperdrive at the sight of the two attractive males talking in deep concentration in front of the fire.

      She felt a fresh stab of pain because she could sense Colt was anxious to catch up to his ex-wife. Natalie Brenner had to have been unforgettable for him to have married her within two weeks of meeting her and then go all these years without marrying again.

       Chapter Seven

      At noon, Jake closed the notebook he’d brought to keep a record. His steel-blue gaze shot to Colt’s. “We’ve accomplished as much as we can for the moment.”

      Colt glanced at his watch. Two and a half hours of discussing strategies with these remarkable people had flown by. Once during their session around the dining-room table, Kathryn had excused herself for a few minutes. Except for Noreen who’d supplied food and coffee, they’d worked undisturbed.

      “To tell you how grateful I am for your time and help wouldn’t begin to cover how I feel.”

      Maggie smiled. Both women were so gorgeous, Colt could only marvel. “We’ll all hope it doesn’t take as long as it did to find my baby sister.”

      Kathryn got up from the table. “Twenty-six years will put Allie and Matt at forty-one.” She’d done the math. “We can do better, right? I’ll drop you at the airport so I can have a car.” She looked at her family without including Colt.

      If it was intentional, he didn’t like it. “My Xterra’s at your disposal while you’re here, Kathryn.”

      She glanced at him. “I appreciate that, but I understand Noreen uses it to shop and pick up the kids from the school bus. Your routine shouldn’t be interrupted because of me. I’ll be scouting around talking to people on my own timetable.”

      “That’s settled, then,” Jake broke in. “I understand Noreen is over at her house. Please tell her how much we enjoyed the food.”

      “I’ll be happy to.”

      “Shall we go, darling?” Jake rose to his feet to help his wife.

      Colt followed the three of them through the house to the back entrance, where Kathryn put on her parka too fast for him to be of use. He decided it was a habit she’d developed over all the years she’d been forced to look out for herself.

      “You live in paradise and have an absolutely beautiful home!” Maggie exclaimed on the way to the car. “This valley opens up like a stairway to heaven.”

      “Kathryn thinks it should be called the Cloud Bottom Ranch.”

      Laughter rippled out of Maggie. “That sounds like something my imaginative sister would say.”

      He stole a covert glance at Kathryn, whose cheeks looked flushed, before she climbed in the backseat behind Maggie. Jake shook his hand one more time before getting in the driver’s seat.

      Colt moved closer and tapped on Kathryn’s window so she’d open it. He stared down into eyes as blue as Montana’s big sky country. “The kids will be home by three-thirty. It’ll make their day to find you here.”

      “I’ll be back in time.”

      Not by a flicker of an eyelash or an inflection in her voice could he detect what was going on inside her. To his irritation, she closed the window, putting a barrier between them when he wasn’t ready for it. But as he turned away, he noticed the rapid throbbing of the pulse at her throat. It couldn’t be the altitude doing all that to her.

      He waved off his guests before heading back inside the house, but once at his desk in the den he couldn’t concentrate on the accounts. After an hour, he gave up.

      Damn if it wasn’t happening to him …

      That deep ache only the right woman could arouse, with her alluring scent and mysterious smile. How could he not crave the accidental brush of her hip against his or her sudden slight intake of breath in an unguarded moment?

      Colt couldn’t begin to count the ways the voluptuous shape of her mouth entranced him—or the way the unexpected compassion in those blue depths for someone else’s stolen child could move him to tears.

      When the phone rang, he clicked on without checking the caller ID and almost said her name. “Hello?”

      “How does it feel to be another year older?”

      “Sherry?”

      She laughed. “Who else? You sound odd.”

      “I’m afraid my mind was on something else.” Someone else.

      “I thought I’d better get in a phone call before you start celebrating. Did our presents reach you in time?”

      “They came two days ago, but after the great Thanksgiving you gave us, you shouldn’t have sent anything.”

      “Colt! You’re impossible!”

      “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

      “I know,” she murmured. “I wish we could be there to celebrate with you, but Bob couldn’t get away. This is his busy time doing audits.”

      “But you’ll be coming to our place for Christmas, right?” Except that he couldn’t think that far ahead. He was still working on the countdown until Kathryn returned from town.

      “You couldn’t keep us away. Now tell me what’s being planned for your birthday?”

      “I’m not sure. The kids have been cooking up something with Noreen.” As for my surprise …

      “Then it’s bound to be special because they love you to death. So do I.”

      “The feeling’s mutual, Sherry. Thanks for making my day. I’ll phone you tomorrow and give you the details.”

      “You’d better!”

      After they rang off, he realized he couldn’t stay in the house