The Secret Christmas Child. Lee Tobin McClain
they always—” She broke off. “I’m impressed that you did that for them, is all.”
“Because they favored Brock? Didn’t really want to take me in? I know,” he said. “But when he passed, they were devastated. Aunt Catherine, especially. My uncle came to visit me at the VA hospital and asked me to come back for at least a year, just to try to pull her out of her slump.”
She stared at him, remembering the cold, snobbish woman who’d rarely had a kind word for anyone. “You did that for her.”
He shrugged. “Uncle Clive pulled strings to get me funding for the dog aspect of the Rescue Haven program,” he explained. “I figured, if I couldn’t do what I wanted to do, at least I could do some good.” He drained his coffee. “Come on. Let’s walk and talk.”
She remembered that about him, then, that he always preferred to be moving. It was why he’d wanted to work with his hands rather than in an office; it was part of the reason he’d gone into the military.
They carried their cups to the counter and then headed outside.
The sun peeked through clouds, and there was a dusting of snow on the ground. The cold air made Gabby wrap her scarf around her neck and put up her furry hood. Reese, just like he used to, went bareheaded.
The temptation to reach for his hand was strong. They’d flowed so easily back into talking, just like old times. Sharing dreams.
He looked down at her as they walked, and she got the strangest feeling that he was fighting the same impulse. They’d strolled down these streets together so many times.
But he looked away and straightened. “Anyway,” he said, his voice going businesslike, “we should figure out this show, because we’re going to need to start practicing and getting organized right away.”
“True.” She frowned, thinking. “It’s got to be a kids and dogs show, somehow. Ooh, let’s go into Mistletoe from Mindy,” she said as they turned a corner. “It’s sure to give us some ideas.”
“You think?” he asked, sounding skeptical. But he held the door for her while they walked into the Christmas-themed shop. The scents of pine and gingerbread filled the air, and every possible display spot held ornaments, garlands and Christmas dishes.
Gabby spun slowly, looking at everything. “We should bring the boys here. It’ll help them get creative.”
Reese groaned. “The thought of all those big, clumsy boys in here... No. Just no.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“It’s in a church,” he said. “Shouldn’t it be, like, a nativity pageant or something?”
“Dressing the dogs up like stable animals?” She frowned. “That would be cute, but would the boys go for it?”
“Doubtful,” he said.
She’d learned in her education classes that kids needed a sense of control. “In fact, we probably should let them do the planning, make up the show.”
He stared at her. “Do you know how...inappropriate a bunch of boys can be?”
“Oh, I’m sure they can.” She fingered a Santa ornament. “But if we explain to them that it’s for a church, and that it will help keep the program going, they may step up.”
He looked skeptical as they meandered through the shop.
“The alternative is having them sneer through a kid-like program they hate.” She was thinking of Jacob now.
“You have a good point,” he admitted. “At the same time, this is really important to me. The show is like a test. Do we really want to leave it in the hands of a small group of troubled boys?”
She bit her lip. “It’s scary. But if we explain how high the stakes are...”
“Let me think about it,” he said as they reached the door again and headed out of the shop. “That’s going to take an awful lot of trust.”
“In the boys?”
“In God,” he said.
She tilted her head, looking at him. That wasn’t something the younger Reese would have said.
“How about we ask Jacob his opinion? That’ll give us a test run of what the boys might think of, and also draw him into the program.” He met her eyes, his own crinkling in the now bright sunlight.
She drew in a sharp breath. Reese was so handsome. Tall, muscular and athletic, with those rare blue eyes that stood out against his dark complexion and hair.
Add a sincere faith and compassion into the mix, and he was almost irresistible.
Except she had to resist him. Because he was inevitably going to find out about Izzy, and she knew intuitively how much that would upset him. They’d both valued saving intimacy for marriage.
That choice had been taken away from Gabby.
Reese could never, ever find out about the circumstances of Izzy’s conception. That would devastate him and his whole family. And even though she knew better intellectually, it would cause her shame.
So she needed to flip the switch on this attraction to Reese. Unfortunately, she had the feeling it wasn’t going to be easy to do.
That night, Reese looked down at the big, drooling dog beside him and took a deep breath. “I don’t know if this’ll work, Biff. You’ll have to be on good behavior.”
The dog ignored him, lifting his leg in the light of the streetlamp in front of Nana’s house.
So much for making a good impression. He urged the dog up the porch steps, brushed a hand over his hair and reached down to adjust Biff’s floppy ear before ringing Nana’s doorbell.
Jacob opened the door, which Reese figured was a good sign. At least the teen wasn’t sulking in his room.
In fact, when he looked past Jacob, he saw a puzzle on a card table in the middle of the living room. Gabby and Nana were sitting at the table, and a soda by a third chair suggested that Jacob had been working on the puzzle, too. A Christmas movie was on the old-fashioned TV in the corner. Evergreen garlands looped up the stair railing, and a small, lopsided tree stood in the corner, half-decorated.
The house was shabby, but Reese had always appreciated how homey it was.
“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you for a few minutes,” he said to Jacob. “Problem is, I have someone with me. Would your grandmother mind if I brought in a dog?”
Jacob looked down, and his eyes widened. “Come on in,” he said, and pulled the door wide open.
“Sit,” Reese commanded, keeping the dog in the entryway.
Biff cocked his enormous head as if he was trying to understand.
Reese gave up and looked past Jacob to Nana. “Biff is big, but gentle,” he said. “I was hoping to talk to Jacob for a few minutes about him, but I know not everyone likes dogs in the house. Should I take him back outside?”
“Come in, come in,” she said in her raspy voice. “We’d love to have a visit. Gabby, could you take his coat and get him something to drink?”
“Um, sure.” There was a pause, and then Gabby stood. She seemed to swallow before walking across the room and then holding out a hand for his coat. Her smile looked forced, and it seemed as if she was dragging her feet with every step. She didn’t even seem to notice the dog.
Reese must have misread her signals this afternoon. He had gotten the feeling that maybe Gabby still had some of the old feelings. But now she looked like she’d rather see anyone else than him.
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