Nothing Short of a Miracle by Henry Carol

Author:Henry, Carol [Henry, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, single mother, spicy, Contemporary, christmas
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-07-23T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“You’re not seeing anyone at the moment?” Chad asked again, unexpectedly. “What about Dennis? Is something going on between the two of you?”

Chad was persistent, if nothing else.

Gabriella took a deep breath, looked up into his dreamy blue eyes, and felt her stomach bunch. She pivoted in the snow needing to put distance between them. She circled another tree. Her arm brushed against one of the elongated branches, the movement causing a cascade of snow to flurry and plunk to the ground. She heard Chad cuss under his breath and knew he’d received a cold shower.

Gabriella continued until she came to another tree. She stopped to check it out before she dare look at him again. “What difference does it make?” She finally answered on a sigh, and moved on to circle another snow-covered tree. This time she was careful not to brush against it, knowing he was hot on her heels.

“Just answer the question, dammit,” he bit out, clearly frustrated.

“It’s none of your business.” She moved past a large tree to their left, looked it up and down and decided it was the perfect tree. Once it was decorated, it would be magnificent.

He followed and stopped beside her.

“It’s a simple question. Yes or no?”

Cocooned in the dense hillside, white covered pines and green spruce boughs softened their voices. In a world of their own where there were no sounds of children, or the whinny of horses. No tinkles of sleigh bells. The breeze stood still. The scent of evergreens heavy in the air. Wrapped in a winter wonderland, they were suspended in time.

“No,” she said. “There is no relationship. I have my hands full at the moment.”

He smiled. “What about Dennis?”

He stood much too close—their surroundings stirring her emotions. Her heart did a somersault.

Plop. Plop, plop, plop.

Snowballs landed on Chad’s back, and before Gabriella could duck out of the way, the entire family descended on them. They were fully involved in a very serious snowball fight. It was hard to determine who was on whose side. Ten minutes later the lines were clearly drawn—girls against boys, men against women.

After being unmercifully bombarded by the men, Gabriella had had enough. Armed with several slightly packed weapons, she rushed out from behind a small spruce and rushed the enemy lines. Chad took retreat, and after passing several small trees, ducked behind a larger evergreen. Gabriella easily followed his footprints in the snow—his laughter a dead giveaway. When she rushed around the tree, arm raised, Chad was right there blocking her aim. His arm caught hers, forcing her to drop her weapon, which landed on top of his head. The snowball broke apart and avalanched down his face.

Without holding back, Gabriella laughed. And laughed. Lord, she hadn’t had much to laugh about lately, and she couldn’t stop. She laughed so hard at the stunned look on Chad’s face with snow melting down his forehead and over his long, dark eyelashes, onto his cheeks. Tears rolled down her own face.

Tenderly, he cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears of laughter away with his thumbs.

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