Beneath the Mistletoe: Make-Believe Mistletoe / Christmas Bonus, Strings Attached. GINA WILKINS
while she’d been in the bathroom. It was still gray and cloudy outside, but at least some light came in through the large windows.
She paused to look outside at the frozen landscape. Ice covered everything as far as she could see, glittering like freshly polished glass. Beneath nearly every tree lay a pile of broken limbs, and the evergreens were bent almost double beneath the weight of the ice. It was like being inside a snow globe.
Christmas Eve, she mused. It certainly looked the part outside. But it didn’t feel right, not being with her family today.
Sighing, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Pop and Miss Annie sat at the table, both looking much more rested than they had the night before. Banner stood at the stove, skillfully flipping pancakes, while Bobby Ray served coffee for the older couple. Joan and the kids hadn’t yet made an appearance.
Bobby Ray and the Carters smiled when Lucy walked in. Banner didn’t, but he gave her a nod of greeting. “Pancakes?”
“Yes, please.”
He handed her an overfilled plate. “Syrup’s on the table.”
“Thank you.”
So much for little pleasantries like “good morning” or “did you sleep well?” She reminded herself that she’d been confident that seeing him again in daylight, in all his grumpy glory, would put last night’s silly fantasies right out of her mind.
So much for late-night confidence, she thought, studying the back of his gorgeous, grouchy head with a silent sigh.
The others welcomed her to the table. “Quite a night, wasn’t it?” Bobby Ray asked, setting a cup of stove-perked coffee in front of her.
Since the big trucker’s enthusiastic snoring was at least partly responsible for Lucy’s restless night, she gave him a crooked smile. “Yes, it was. Miss Annie, did you rest well?”
“Slept like a log,” the older woman replied. “I guess I was more tired than I’d thought. I didn’t even know the power went out until I woke up this morning.”
Bobby Ray stood at the back door, looking through the glass at the frozen vista on the other side of the narrow back porch. “I haven’t seen this much ice since the winter of ’99. Some folks went without power for days—weeks, even—back then.”
“Are the phone lines still working?” Lucy asked.
Bobby Ray nodded. “I’ve already called my boss this morning.”
“Did you get an update on the roads?”
“The temperatures today are predicted to be just above freezing. There could be some melting this afternoon, but any standing water will freeze again tonight. Though it’s supposed to be warmer tomorrow, it will be after noon, at the earliest, before it will be safe to travel.”
Lucy thought longingly of her aunt’s Christmas Eve open house—the crowds of friends and family, the food and drink, the carols and laughter. It would be the first time she had missed it since she was a child.
She was sure the others were just as anxious to be with their families today—all except Banner, she temporized with a glance across the room at him. What was his story, anyway? Was he estranged from his family? Or just, as he had claimed, in no mood for holiday travel?
“Maybe if we drive very slowly and carefully…” Pop began, his gaze on his wife’s disappointed expression.
“Don’t even think about it,” Bobby Ray said flatly. “I’ve been driving these roads for years and they’re dangerous enough when they’re wet. Add patches of ice and you’ve got a disaster waiting to happen. You saw me hit the ditch yesterday. First time I’ve done that in years.”
To Lucy’s relief, Pop didn’t argue. He merely nodded in resignation and patted his wife’s hand.
Before anyone else could speak, Joan and the children entered the room. It was obvious at a glance that Tricia had been crying. Her face was red and streaked with tears and her lower lip was still quivering. Tyler didn’t look much happier. His head hung and his shoulders drooped as he followed his mother into the kitchen. Joan tried to smile for the benefit of the other adults, but the smile didn’t reach her brown eyes.
It was a very unhappy trio, Lucy thought with a surge of sympathy. No child should look so sad on Christmas Eve.
Banner looked at the family, then reached again for the pancake batter. “There’s milk in the refrigerator. With the door closed, it stayed cool enough. We might as well drink it before it goes bad.”
“We put some of the perishable stuff outside in a big cooler,” Bobby Ray added. “It’ll probably stay cold enough out there to keep anything from ruining too quickly.”
Without saying a word, the children took their seats at the table. Tricia climbed onto the bar stool she’d sat on the night before. Their mother set plates of pancakes and glasses of milk in front of them, and they began to eat without enthusiasm.
Miss Annie studied the children compassionately. “Did you sleep well?” she asked them.
Both nodded without looking up from their breakfasts.
“Yes, thank you,” Tyler mumbled after a nudge from his mother.
“You both look like someone licked the red off your lollipops,” Bobby Ray commented.
Tyler heaved a deep sigh. “It’s Christmas,” he said, as if that should explain everything.
“That should make you smile, not frown,” Bobby Ray replied.
Tricia’s lip quivered again. “We were s’posed to go to Grandma’s. Santa was going to come there tonight. But Mama said we can’t go ’cause of the ice.”
“I still think we could make it,” Tyler insisted. “If Mama would drive real slow…”
“Now you sound like me,” Pop said ruefully. “The others have convinced me that it would be foolish to even try. Trust me, boy, it’s better to celebrate Christmas a day late than not to have the chance at all.”
“But there’s nothing to do here,” Tyler protested. “There’s not even any electricity, so we can’t watch TV or anything.”
“I don’t want to stay here for Christmas,” Tricia agreed in a whine. “I want to go to Grandma’s.”
Lucy saw Banner’s jaw clench as he took the seat next to Lucy with his own breakfast. Bobby Ray shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the Carters looked anxious, and Joan seemed apologetic for her children’s complaining. Unless someone did something very soon, it was going to be a very long day.
Electing herself to be that someone, Lucy donned a bright smile and addressed the children. “You know what I think we should do today?”
They looked at her without much interest. “What?” Tyler asked.
“Banner hasn’t gotten around to decorating for Christmas. He’s been too busy,” she added, deliberately not making eye contact with her host. “I think he would really like it if we all helped him decorate today.”
Tricia, for one, looked somewhat intrigued. “He would?”
“I would?” Banner murmured so that only Lucy could hear.
Lucy kept her gaze focused on the children. “Of course he would. It’s Christmas.”
“I, um, don’t have any Christmas decorations,” Banner said.
The children’s budding enthusiasm wilted visibly. Lucy spoke even more enthusiastically. “Okay, fine. We’ll just have to make some, won’t we? That will be even more fun, won’t it, kids?”
“I don’t know how,” Tricia said uncertainly.
“I’ll show you.” Lucy found the courage to look