With Christmas in His Heart by Gail Gaymer Martin

Author:Gail Gaymer Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2006-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Christine lowered her cell phone and pulled back her shoulders. Done. She had to go back tomorrow for an overnight stay. She’d hinted at changing the appointment, but her client hadn’t been receptive to change, and she knew if she wanted to keep the company happy, she’d better make the trip.

Flying from the Pellston Regional Airport to Detroit Metro, then renting a car seemed easier than driving the five hours home. She checked the flight schedule. The trip flying would take about an hour and twenty minutes. She could even fly back to the island the same day, but she wouldn’t. She wanted to see her mother while she was there.

Christine rubbed the gritty feeling from her eyes. She hadn’t slept well. All night, she’d waded through the subliminal undertones of Will’s reasons to stay on the island for Christmas. Bitterness seemed to rise from the mix of emotions she sensed in him—bitterness and disapproval. His attitude made her curious, and she was anxious to meet his parents.

When he’d suggested she look at his stock, she’d been relieved. It had distracted her from speculating.

Will’s talent amazed her. The beadwork had been lovely, and he’d promised her a lesson. He told her bead making was simple, but that would seem the same as her telling him planning an advertising campaign was easy. It could be when the person had expertise.

She’d purchased a number of items to use as Christmas gifts—a gorgeous molded plate made with crushed glass for her mother. Will called it frits—a whole new language for her. She selected a string of beads in shades of blue for her sister-in-law, stained-glass barrettes for her two nieces, and a butterfly sun catcher for her coworker Sandy. She’d admired one for herself but let it pass. She’d spent enough money, and she still had numerous gifts to buy. Perhaps if she could spare a few hours, she could shop in the Detroit area when she went home.

Home. She pictured her loft in Royal Oak, looking over the store-front business area. The only trees were in the distance, appearing over housetops. She liked her place, but lately the image of the wide-open space seemed stark and empty. It wasn’t like her grandmother’s house, with doors sprawling along hallways, nooks and crannies and rooms she hadn’t used in years.

With her decision made, Christine headed to the first floor. She stood in the doorway watching Judy encourage her grandmother to lift her arms and legs. The progress seemed slow but steady, and that gave Christine hope.

“How’s it going?” Christine asked as she sat nearby. “You’re using the sofa today.”

“It’s lower and firmer,” Judy said. “It adds to the challenge, but I can see an improvement.”

She turned to Christine. “You know, the insurance only covers three more weeks. That gets you up to Christmas. I hope you or someone can continue the therapy here, rather than sending her—”

“We’ll work something out,” Christine said, stopping the woman from suggesting they send her grandmother to an assisted-living complex.

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