The Christmas Wishing Tree: An Eternity Springs Novel by Emily March

Author:Emily March
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emily March Books

Devin fixed bacon and eggs for the Murphy men for breakfast. Sarah didn’t come downstairs due to the slow bounce back from her bug. Afterward, he spent some quality time with Michael shooting baskets in the driveway, then met his dad for lunch at the Mocha Moose coffee and sandwich shop. Finally, a little after two o’clock he ran out of reasons not to wander out to Stardance Ranch. He turned into the RV resort entrance just in time to see the local florist van stop in front of Jenna’s trailer.

Like many camping enthusiasts do, Jenna had set up a patio that looked homey and inviting beside her fifth wheel. With an outdoor rug and chair cushions in earth tone stripes, she’d accented the space with splashes of yellow. Wearing khaki shorts, a pepper orange V-neck T-shirt and a floppy brimmed hat, she sat in a rocker with her foot propped up on a matching ottoman. A tall glass of what looked like iced tea sat on a table beside her. She was reading a paperback book.

When the driver removed a huge bouquet of sunflowers from the back of the delivery van and carried them to- ward her, she set the book aside. The smile that bloomed across her face was almost as bright as the sunflowers.

“Boone McBride,” Devin muttered beneath his breath, knowing in his gut who’d sent them. “That sonofanoilman.”

I should have thought to send flowers.

Devin parked his truck and sat stewing for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He should probably think this through. He’d just met the woman yesterday. Flirtatious phone calls a year and a half ago did not a relationship make. Not that he was in the market for a relationship, because he wasn’t. Especially not with a woman who lived . . . well . . . not in Australia.

So what was he doing getting so . . . territorial?

It was the Santa thing. They’d formed a bond during those phone calls, he and Reilly’s Mom. He’d bonded with Reilly too. Shoot, he’d remember that first phone call until the day he died.

“So, Reilly. What is your Christmas wish?”

“A daddy. I want a daddy of my own.”

Devin’s eyes closed and he heard the echo of his own words. “It’s a good wish. You hold onto it. Keep wishing it. Believe it will come true.”

Believe. Devin wondered if Reilly remembered that conversation. He wondered if the “believing” had been crushed out of Reilly’s little soul by the events that followed their week of Santa calls. He’d wished for a daddy of his own. Had it ever come close to happening? Jenna hadn’t mentioned leaving anyone behind when she gave her summary of events. Had she’d found anyone special, someone she regretted leaving behind when she had to leave Nashville or Memphis or Tallahassee?

Or Eternity Springs.

Devin’s gaze drifted toward the Stocktons’ fifth wheel. “A daddy. I want a daddy of my own.”

In the echo of his memory, he heard Celeste’s voice as clear as a Christmas bell.

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