Holiday Brides by Farrah Rochon & Stefanie Worth & Jewel Amethyst

Author:Farrah Rochon & Stefanie Worth & Jewel Amethyst [Rochon, Farrah & Worth, Stefanie & Amethyst, Jewel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies, Anthologies, United States, Romance, Contemporary, Anthologies & Literature Collections, Contemporary Fiction, Genre Fiction, Short Stories, Fiction
Amazon: B00390BE1M
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2009-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Kemah walked alongside the plastic red shopping cart as Tyson maneuvered it around the racks of clothes. Most of the coats and jackets in the Juniors section had been picked over, but Kemah was determined to find one for Janelle. Every time her eyes fell upon the cart filled with shirts, jeans, underwear, and snack foods, she fell a bit more in love with Tyson.

Even though he’d brushed her off every time she tried telling him how wonderful this gesture was, Kemah couldn’t help but say it again.

“It’s amazing what you’re doing, you know?”

He sent her that same sardonic look he’d adopted since they first started filling the shopping cart. “I’m spending a couple of hundred dollars on a little girl who has absolutely nothing, so I can ease my own guilt. Somebody needs to put me up for sainthood.”

“That’s not the only reason you’re doing this,” Kemah said. “You’re doing it because you’re a good person. There are a lot of people who would have looked at Janelle sitting there in the cold and just walked right past her. Dozens probably did.”

“I hate to break it to you, but if you hadn’t pointed her out, I would have looked right past her, too,” Tyson said.

“You don’t know that.”

“Face it, Kemah. I’ve lived my entire life in a bubble. I didn’t think about kids like Janelle before I started working at the center.”

Kemah knew nothing she said right now could jerk him away from his guilt fest. He might not think what he was doing was special, but Kemah knew firsthand how people could look a lonely, lost child in the face and turn their backs. It had happened to her more than she cared to remember. Even her own mother had done it on a constant basis, too concerned with lamenting over the injustices that had been thrust upon her than to worry about whether her daughter had food to eat. Kemah couldn’t suppress the spurt of resentment that surfaced.

Even though Tyson thought this gesture wasn’t a big deal, Kemah suspected it was something Janelle would remember for the rest of her life. Because, for once, she would see that someone cared about her. To a girl like Janelle, that had to mean everything.

“What about shoes?” Tyson asked.

“Huh?” Kemah returned, too wrapped up in her own musing to process his question.

“Shoes?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I think we did a good job at guessing her clothes size, but you have to be more exact when it comes to shoes.”

He nodded. “We can always get her a few pairs later.”

“Yes,” Kemah said, acknowledging the tingle that slithered down her spine at his use of we. She knew she shouldn’t read anything into it, but it caused that tingle all the same. “So, you think we’ve got enough here?” she asked.

Tyson lowered his eyes to the basket, which was filled with enough to make Janelle’s Christmas probably the best she’d ever had. In addition to several outfits, gloves, underwear,

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