A Diamond For Christmas. Susan Meier

a bit with an entire tree on his shoulder.

      “And then what do we do with it?”

      He looked over at Shannon. “I’m guessing Shannon has a tree stand.”

      “What’s a tree stand?”

      Shannon took this one. “That’s the thing that holds up the tree. Since it doesn’t have roots anymore, it needs help standing.”

      Finley nodded sagely. “Oh.” Then she grinned. “Do we get hot cocoa after that?”

      “As much as you want.”

      Rory peeked over at Shannon. “But not so much that she’s too wired to go to sleep tonight.”

      An unexpected longing shot an arrow straight to her heart. She wanted them to stay the night. She wanted to put the tree up in the living room, make hot cocoa and decorate the tree with them. Not just Finley, but Rory, too. She’d liked his stories of happy Christmas Eves and Christmases. She liked that his mom couldn’t cook any better than she could. She liked that he didn’t mind telling stories of his past. She liked that he didn’t mind leaving her with his child, doing the heavy lifting of the tree… Who was she kidding? She also liked that he was good-looking, funny, smart—and that he liked her.

      She turned to look out the window. He liked her. Her heart swelled with happiness, even as her stomach plummeted. He could like her until the cows came home, but that didn’t change the fact that they wouldn’t ever be together.

      Pulling into her driveway, Rory said, “I think the easiest way to get the tree off the SUV is for me to stand on one side, while you stand on the other. You untie your side of the ropes first. I’ll do mine second. Then I’ll ease the tree off on my side.”

      “Sounds like a plan.”

      Finley leaned forward. “Yeah. Sounds like a plant.”

      Rory laughed. “She said plan. It sounds like a plan.”

      “But a tree is a plant!”

      Shannon slanted him a look. “She’s got you there.”

      They got out of the SUV laughing. Rory stood on the driver’s side, while Shannon stayed on the passenger’s side.

      “Okay,” he called. “You untie the ropes on your end.”

      As quickly as she could, Shannon undid the ropes currently holding the tree to her side of the SUV.

      “Okay!”

      “Okay!” Rory called back. “Now, I’ll untie mine.”

      The branches of the blue spruce shimmied a bit as he dealt with the ropes. Then suddenly it shivered a little harder, then began to downright shake. Before Shannon knew what was happening, it rolled toward her, and then tumbled off the roof.

      Finley screamed and raced up the porch. Shannon squealed and jumped out of the way, but the tree brushed her as it plopped into the snow.

      Rory came running over. In a move that appeared as instinctive as breathing, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Oh, my God! Are you all right?”

      Even through his jacket she could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Feel his labored, frightened breathing.

      “It just brushed me.” She tried to say the words easily, but they came out slow and shaky. It had been so long since a man had cared about her so much that he hugged her without thinking, so long since she’d been pressed up against a man’s chest, cocooned in a safe embrace. Loved.

      She squeezed her eyes shut. There it was. The thing that scared her about him. He was tumbling head over heels in love with her, as quickly as she was falling for him. She’d spent days denying it. Then another two days avoiding it, thinking it would go away. But it wasn’t going away.

      They were falling in love.