The Christmas Kite ; The Lawman's Holiday Wish by Gail Gaymer Martin

Author:Gail Gaymer Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-09-18T19:00:22+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Leaning against the windowsill, Meara stared out the front window of her apartment and watched the December snow flutter down, thick and feathery like goose down from a torn pillow.

Feeling snug and warm, she moved to the sofa and stretched out, thinking back. Following the hospital vigil—those long days and nights when Meara stayed near Mac’s bedside—her son’s health had returned to normal. God had answered her prayers...in so many ways.

She glanced at her wristwatch. Within minutes, Mac would bound through the doorway with Jordan, who’d graciously agreed to pick him up from school. They had the Christmas tree to decorate and then Mac’s first Christmas concert.

When Mac returned to school at the end of November, Meara was still struggling with the decision. Despite Jordan’s logic and her own faith-filled reasoning, she allowed the reality to sail in one ear, bang around against her own stubborn will and limp out the other side.

But she’d caved in to wisdom and Mac’s persistence. She’d registered him for the second marking period, and after only a few weeks he had come home telling stories of new friends and exhibiting new skills. His slow but steady progress was more than she had ever hoped for. And she had to admit, Jordan had been correct.

Jordan. Even the thought of his gentle, kind eyes nudged a smile to her face. The image of him standing on the beach, his kite floating high above their heads, lingered in her mind. He’d appeared out of nowhere like a glorious oasis, offering her and Mac sanctuary from a dull, barren life and filling her days with laughter and contentment.

The telephone’s ring interrupted her meandering thoughts. Glancing again at the time, a tiny fear jarred her. She’d expected Jordan and Mac by now. Hurrying to the phone, she snatched the receiver. But her worries faded when she heard Roger’s excited voice.

“We have a baby daughter, Meara. Melissa Kay. Born late last night. Six pounds, eight ounces. And she’s perfect. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Roger, I’m so happy for you. And how’s Alison?”

“She’s wonderful. Thrilled and thankful.”

For a dark moment Meara’s mind plunged back nearly ten years to when Mac was born, and to Dunstan’s angry, unthankful face. She let the thought fade and rallied with Roger’s joy. “Tell her how thrilled I am, Roger.”

The back door flew open, and Mac’s voice drowned out Roger’s next comment. Meara lifted her finger to her lips, but Mac seemed to ignore the telephone pressed to her ear, bubbling his own excitement.

“Hold on, Roger. Mac just got home from school.” She pressed the heel of her hand over the telephone. “Mac, hush, please. I’m on the telephone.”

The child softened his chatter to no one in particular.

Meara lifted the receiver to her mouth to continue. “Some Sunday afternoon we’ll take a ride over to your place. I can’t wait to see the baby.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Tell Alison I send my love, and kiss the baby for me.”

Following her goodbye, Jordan came through the doorway and Meara plopped into a chair.

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