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ОглавлениеGabriel’s kiss was sadly brief, Noelle thought as she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. There was contact, a sensation of heat, and then he raised his head. She wanted to insist on more, but perhaps the front yard of his brother’s house with both his parents in residence wasn’t the place.
“Thanks for coming early,” he said.
“You’re welcome. Felicia called me a little bit ago with a last-minute grocery list.” She smiled. “I’ve never heard her so rattled.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve been banned from the kitchen. All the men have. This is Felicia’s first Thanksgiving dinner.”
They were still standing very close together. If not for the layers of coats and sweaters, their pose could be considered intimate. She liked how his hands rested on her hips and the way he was looking at her—like a man looks at a woman who intrigues him.
“We should get inside,” he said. “You’re freezing.”
She could stand the cold a little longer but nodded anyway and stepped back. She got the two grocery bags out of her car. Gabriel took them from her and together they walked inside.
The house was bright and warm. So far there weren’t any smells, but it was barely eleven in the morning. If they weren’t eating until five, the turkey wouldn’t have been in the oven very long.
Karen and Felicia stood together talking in the open kitchen. Felicia glanced up and saw Noelle, then hurried toward her.
“You’re here. Thank you for stopping at the store. I don’t know how it’s possible I forgot anything. I made lists and I checked them at least twice.”
“Just like Santa,” Gabriel murmured.
Noelle took in her friend’s slightly frantic expression and did her best not to smile. “It’s okay. I’m happy to help. Where are you in the meal preparation?”
She asked the question before realizing she was hardly an expert. Her lone Thanksgiving cooking experience had been two years ago—shortly after the death of her mother and grandmother. The meal had turned out, but she hadn’t really cared either way.
This was better, she told herself as she took the grocery bags from Gabriel and put them on the counter. This time she was happy and healthy and the meal wasn’t her responsibility.
“I read an article online,” Felicia began as she emptied the bag. “About a woman who does a just-in-case turkey the night before. At the time I remember thinking she was wasting a lot of time, but now I completely understand and I think she’s brilliant. I need a just-in-case turkey.”
Noelle moved next to her friend. “While I’m enjoying the meltdown, because you’re normally so unflappable, let’s be rational for a moment. Has anything happened to make you concerned the turkey won’t turn out?”
“No. It’s only been in an hour. It’s barely started cooking. I followed the directions precisely for cleaning it and then filling it with stuffing.” She turned to Karen. “You were with me, helping. Did it appear everything was in order?”
Gabriel’s mother nodded. “You need to take a breath. There’s no crisis.”
“I forgot whipping cream! Who forgets that? What if I forgot something else?”
Gideon walked into the kitchen and took Felicia in his arms. “Hey,” he said, staring into her green eyes. “I love you. Carter loves you. We have a home and a dog and family. It’s one dinner. Get over it.”
Noelle knew about Felicia and Gideon’s relationship, but she’d never had much of an opportunity to observe it firsthand. Now, as Felicia visibly relaxed in her lover’s arms, Noelle felt a twinge of envy. While she was happy for her friend, she wanted that kind of love for herself. The safety and sense of belonging. Life was short and it was important to hang on to whatever happiness was available.
Her gaze wandered to Gabriel and she sighed. While he was nice eye candy and a surprisingly efficient stock person, he wasn’t anyone she could have a long-term relationship with. He was leaving and she was staying. She had no sense of him wanting to connect in any way. He wasn’t close to his family and according to Ana Raquel and his mother, had nearly reached the age where an explanation on the question “Why aren’t you married?” was going to get awkward.
All reasons to remind herself that he was not good boyfriend material. Not that he’d been, you know, asking.
He turned and caught her studying him. One eyebrow rose in inquiry. The movement was oddly masculine and very sexy. It made her wonder if she was worrying about the wrong thing. So she wasn’t going to marry Gabriel. Big whoop. Maybe she could simply mention they could do the wild thing while he was in town.
Before Noelle could decide if she was being incredibly contemporary in her thinking or simply delusional, Felicia stepped out of Gideon’s embrace.
“You’re right,” she said firmly. “The dinner will be fine. I understand the safest temperature for our dinner, so no one will get food poisoning. Everything after that is simply a bonus.” She glanced at the clock. “We need to get to town or we’ll miss the parade.”
“I thought you were in charge of the festivals,” Karen said as they all moved toward the front of the house.
“I am, but this isn’t technically a festival, so I don’t have to worry about it. However, I will be dealing with the Christmas tree lighting on Saturday.”
Gabriel moved next to Noelle and held out her jacket. “Not a ‘holiday tree’ lighting?” he asked.
“No. Here in Fool’s Gold we’ve decided to throw political correctness to the wind and call it a Christmas tree. I know because there was a very vigorous discussion about that exact topic at the last business association meeting. We took a vote.”
He nodded slowly. “You voted for calling it a Christmas tree.”
“I did.”
The large group was sorted into two cars. Gideon stayed behind to watch the turkey. Noelle saw Felicia whisper something into his ear before they left. She suspected it had nothing to do with cooking.
The trip down the mountain didn’t take long. Felicia directed Norm to a parking lot a few blocks away from the parade route, and they walked the rest of the way. Noelle found herself next to Gabriel, which was nice. She told herself it was because he was tall and broad, so he could block the wind, but in truth, she liked speculating about him. And if that caused a tingle or two, all the better for her.
They stopped by several street carts and bought hot chocolate and popcorn. The sidewalks were crowded with families. Because it was Thanksgiving, there were fewer tourists than usual for a parade, but plenty of residents. It was as if most of the town had turned out to watch.
“Over there,” Felicia said, leading them to a viewing area by the Fox and Hound. The corner spot allowed them to see down two streets.
“Nice,” Norm told her. “You are good at logistics.”
Carter settled on the sidewalk. Karen sat next to him. Norm and Felicia were behind them. Noelle noticed that Gabriel did his best to keep his distance from his father.
She wondered about their relationship. Gabriel hadn’t said that much, but there was obviously tension. Despite the fact that Carter had showed up in Gideon’s life over the summer, Norm and Karen hadn’t come to meet him until a few days before. Felicia had been the one to invite them to visit for the holidays. What had happened to cause both sons to become, if not estranged, then at least disconnected from their parents?
Not a question to ask minutes before the parade started.
She sipped her hot chocolate, grateful for her coat and the sweater she wore beneath. The sky was blue, but the temperature couldn’t be much above freezing. She could see her breath.
Gabriel pointed across the street. “That guy is selling chestnuts,” he said. “Are you sure this town is real?”
“Mostly. I don’t think I like chestnuts. Now, if he had fudge, that would be a different story.”
“You eat chocolate?”
She glanced up at him. “I’m a fully functioning female, so yes. Why are you surprised?” She held out her to-go cup. “Hello, hot chocolate.”
“I thought you only ate healthy stuff.”
Because she was skinny, she thought, knowing that just over three years ago, she’d been curvy and completely happy with her body. Then she’d gotten sick. Weight had seemed to melt off her. It wasn’t exactly a diet she would have recommended to anyone.
In the past year, she’d gained back about a third of what she’d lost. It was slow going, but she was determined that she would see her curves again.
“I love chocolate,” she said firmly, and swallowed the last of her drink. Again, discussing the whys of her thinness wasn’t a subject for this second.
The sound of music drifted to them.
“It’s started,” Carter said, scrambling to his feet. Norm held out his hand to Karen as she stood. They all turned and looked up 4th Street, straining to see the beginning of the parade.
“Are there floats?” Gabriel asked.
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
Felicia glanced at them. “There is the local high school marching band, some vehicles from the fire stations, a few old cars and some oversized balloons.” She shrugged. “I saw the list.”
“That’s it?” Gabriel asked.
Noelle poked him with her elbow. “Attitude, mister. It will be magical. You’ll see.”
“Oversized balloons?”
“Maybe it’s like the Macy’s parade in New York.”
He grinned at her. “I’m sure it’s exactly like that.”
The music got louder. Soon they could see two teenagers with a banner welcoming them to the annual Fool’s Gold Thanksgiving parade. An old convertible went by with Mayor Marsha perched in the back. She waved regally as she passed.
There were a few balloons, including a charming Christmas penguin with a bright red cap.
“Aren’t penguins in the South Pole?” Gabriel murmured in her ear.
“Stop talking.”
“Where it’s summer?”
She looked at him. “You’re not getting into the spirit of this.”
“It’s the best parade I’ve seen in years.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He surprised her by putting his arm around her. “No. I mean it.”
She allowed herself a moment of enjoying the warmth of him next to her, then turned her attention back to the parade. The marching band came by next, blasting a rock version of “Jingle Bells,” then a couple of police cars and a fire truck. The latter had a fireman’s hat on the hood with the number 46 on it. There were wreaths on the side of the truck and a plastic Santa sitting on the bumper.
A block or so away, people started yelling. Noelle turned but couldn’t see what was causing the fuss. The sounds were happy—mostly surprise and delight. She raised herself on tiptoe.
“Can you see what it is?” she asked.
“Not yet,” Gabriel began, then swore softly. “No way,” he said. “No way.”
Felicia glanced up the street. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot about them.”
Norm and Karen both looked at her. “How could you forget?”
Noelle shifted forward, trying to get a look. “Forget what?”
Then the crowd seemed to move back and she had a clear view of Priscilla...dressed as Santa.
“Is that an—” Gabriel began.
“Elephant?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yes.” Noelle squeezed her hot chocolate cup and danced from foot to foot. “Do you see what she’s wearing? I know it’s just a jacket, but still.”
“How do you get a jacket on an elephant?” Gabriel asked.
“In pieces,” Felicia told him. “They’re held together with industrial-strength hook-and-loop closures.” She turned to Gideon’s parents. “There’s a ranch outside of town. Mostly they have goats, but there is also an elephant, some llamas and other animals. It’s very eclectic, which suits the town.”
Noelle didn’t care about that. She began to cheer at the sight of Priscilla the elephant strolling down the street.
Most of the Stryker family walked with her, each of them dressed for the holidays. Rafe and Shane pulled wagons with their children in them. As Priscilla got closer, Noelle saw that she was trailed by a goat and a pony, each dressed as a Christmas elf.
“I’m never moving,” she said with a sigh.
Gabriel still had his arm around her. Now he pulled her against him. “Was it ever a question?”
“No, but now I’m completely and totally sure.”
* * *
After the parade, the family drove back up the mountain. Once in the house, Felicia headed for the kitchen. Noelle and Karen went with her while the men headed downstairs to watch whatever game was on. The smell of roasting turkey filled the air and made Noelle’s stomach growl.
Felicia crossed to the oven and turned on the light. “It would make me very happy if you could cooperate,” she whispered, then glanced over her shoulder. “I do understand the foolishness of talking to my entrée. I just can’t seem to help myself.”
Karen nodded sympathetically. “I’ve had many a conversation with my meals,” she confessed. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
Carter flew into the kitchen, Webster at his heels.
“I’m going to take him out,” he said, crossing to Felicia and hugging her. “Then I’ll be back. I’m going to peel the potatoes. You remember that, right?”
“Yes. I remember,” Felicia told him.
The boy and the dog headed outside.
When he was gone, Felicia turned to them. “He wants to help. It’s so nice. We’ve been very fortunate with his personality and how he was raised. His mother did an excellent job. I hope when Gideon and I begin a family that I can be half as skilled.”
Karen moved toward her and touched her shoulder. “You’ll do great.”
“I have doubts,” Felicia admitted.
Noelle was about to reassure her when she heard a sharp, angry voice. It took her a second to realize it came from downstairs. Karen and Felicia both turned in that direction.
“No,” Karen said firmly. “They’re not going to fight on Thanksgiving.”
She spoke as if this had happened before, but didn’t explain any further. But when she started for the stairs, Felicia and Noelle went with her, all three women hurrying down to the lower story.
The voices grew louder.
“This isn’t about you,” Gideon growled. “It’s not your choice.”
“I get a say,” Norm shouted. “You’re both my sons and you will respect my opinion.”
The three women raced into the family room. The men faced each other. Tension was thick with more than a hint of anger. Noelle saw Gabriel’s back was stiff, his shoulders set. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
She had no idea what the fight had been about, but she knew he was in pain. As she moved toward him, Karen grabbed Norm’s hand and physically pulled him toward the stairs.
“You stay out of this,” he told her.
“No,” Karen said, still pulling. “You’re coming with me until you can cool off. We talked about this.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I understand plenty.”
Felicia went to Gideon and murmured something. He nodded and they went down the hall behind the family room. Which left Noelle with Gabriel.
He crossed to the window and stared out toward the mountainside. “Sorry about that. It’s a family thing. My dad has... He has expectations.”
She thought about making a joke that he was a doctor and what more did his father want. Only she didn’t know what the fight was about and couldn’t be sure she wasn’t stepping on toes. She wanted to help and didn’t know how. A frustrating combination.
Gabriel stood alone and in that moment, as she watched him, she wondered how much of his life he spent like that. Solitary.
Without knowing what else to do, she crossed to him.
“Hey,” she said, touching his good hand.
He turned his face to her. Pain darkened his eyes, along with something she could only assume was hope. Hope that she would somehow make it all better.
Panic seized her. She had no idea what to say. What to do. A distraction was called for but short of yelling “Fire,” there was nothing that...
“You could kiss me again,” she blurted.
In that split second before he responded, she braced herself for dismissal, sarcasm or pity. Which probably didn’t make her a poster girl for mental health, but then she’d never believed in lying to herself. The fact that she found him attractive didn’t mean the interest was returned.
One eyebrow rose. “I could,” Gabriel said, right before he lowered his head and did just that.
The first touch of his mouth on hers was soft. Not tentative, she thought, closing her eyes. More discovery than passion.
He had nice lips. Warm and tender, but masculine enough to keep things interesting. Although she expected him to straighten right away like he had that morning, he didn’t. He lingered.
Nerve endings began to fire. Instinctively, she stepped toward him just as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They touched everywhere and still it wasn’t enough.
She rested her hands on his shoulders. He was muscled and strong. He shifted slightly so he was kissing her cheek, her chin, her jaw. Heat radiated from every point of contact. When he trailed light kisses down her neck, her breath caught.
It wasn’t just that she hadn’t been kissed in what felt like forever. It was that she hadn’t ever been kissed by this man before. She hadn’t felt the solid pressure of his chest flattening her breasts, hadn’t experienced his large hands splayed against her back, hadn’t known the depth of wanting that left her practically trembling.
He returned his mouth to hers. She parted her lips without him asking and was thrilled when his tongue swept inside. At the first hungry stroke, she knew she couldn’t refuse him anything. Or if she could, she didn’t want to. She ached all over. Her breasts, between her thighs. She wanted him touching her, exploring her. She wanted to touch him in return, learn everything about his body. She wanted to yield and then she wanted to take.
The need was so great, so overwhelming, she was suddenly terrified she was the only one at the party. She drew back, doing her best to control her breathing. Gabriel stared at her, his expression hungry.
“You’re unexpected,” he murmured.
“I could say the same thing.” She cleared her throat. “I wanted to distract you.”
“Well done.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “I knew you’d be trouble, but I didn’t think you’d surprise me.”
She smiled, liking the sound of that. But before she could say anything else, Carter clattered down the stairs, Webster at his heels.
“Hey,” the teen said as he bounded into the room. “What’s the score?”
Gabriel glanced at the big-screen TV, muted but still tuned to the football game. “It’s tied.”
“I should get back upstairs,” Noelle said. “See if I’m needed in the kitchen.”
Gabriel nodded. “Thank you.”
For the distraction? For the kiss? For making him realize she was exactly who he’d been looking for all his life? Okay, the latter was a little unlikely, but a girl could dream.
* * *
“It’s a family tradition,” Karen said, when the food had been put on the table. “I’ll go first. I’m thankful to be with my boys again.” She nodded at her husband.
“I’m thankful we have the strongest fighting force in the world,” Norm said.
Karen sighed. “It’s Thanksgiving.”
“And I’m giving thanks.”
Felicia cleared her throat. “I’m thankful for my wonderful family. Immediate and extended. And for my friends.” She smiled at Noelle.
“I’m thankful for my family, too,” Carter said, squeezing Felicia’s hand. “And Webster.”
Gideon agreed with Felicia and Carter, and Gabriel was thankful for those who made it. Noelle finished with thanks for finding where she belonged.
As Norm began slicing the large turkey, Carter leaned toward his uncle. “You’re like my dad, right? Serving in the army.”
“As a doctor. Your dad saw real action.”
“But you carry a gun,” Carter said.
“Sometimes,” Gabriel told him. “Not often.”
“Did you always want to be a doctor?”
Norm snorted. “Hell, no. If it was up to him, he’d have studied English literature at some fancy university and become a college professor.”
Carter and Noelle both turned to Gabriel.
“Is that true?” the teen asked.
Gabriel shrugged. “It wasn’t an option.”
“You’re right about that,” Norm said, putting slices of turkey onto the first plate and passing it to his wife. “In our family, we serve.”
Karen looked desperately around the table. “This is all so lovely, Felicia. I don’t know why you were concerned. Everything turned out perfectly. Thank you so much for doing this.”
“You helped,” Felicia said. “Although I am pleased with the turkey.”
“Maybe talking to it made the difference,” Gideon teased.
Conversation shifted to the threat of snow and the upcoming holiday festivals. Noelle wasn’t sure if Norm’s outburst was forgotten or simply politely swept under the rug. Either way, she reached under the table for Gabriel’s hand and took it in hers. He turned to her.
“You okay?” she asked quietly.
He nodded and squeezed her fingers before releasing her. She accepted the information because it was the polite thing to do and she didn’t know him well enough to push. But she couldn’t help wondering if this exchange was the exact reason he hadn’t seen his parents for so long. Under the circumstances, she couldn’t blame him. She was sure Norm was acting from some misplaced sense of doing right by his family. She just wished he could see that the price of that was losing the very thing he wanted to hang on to.
* * *
Gabriel walked toward Noelle’s store early on Friday. She’d warned him that they would be busy and open extra hours in support of Black Friday. He’d been out of the country so long, it had taken him a second to remember what Black Friday was. He had trouble believing that people made such a production of shopping for a holiday that was still a month away, but then he wasn’t the Black Friday target audience.
Besides, he owed Noelle. She’d been there for him the previous day. From her enthusiasm for the parade, to distracting him from his fight with his father, she’d been by his side.
He sipped the coffee he’d bought at Brew-haha and crossed the street. He had to give her credit. She was unconventional. He grinned at the memory of their kiss, remembering how the exploding need had nearly knocked him off his feet. For someone who danced with excitement when viewing an elephant in a Santa suit, she was one sexy woman.
He was still grinning when he rounded the corner and saw a group of people waiting outside The Christmas Attic.
No, he amended. Not people. Women. Lots of women. They formed a line and were all talking animatedly. When an old lady toward the front of the line spotted him, she called out.
“When do we get this show on the road?”
Gabriel stared at her. “We, ah, open at eight.”
The old lady glanced at her watch. “You’ve got five minutes. If you think you’re going to be late, you’re wrong.”
He nodded instead of answering, then hurried past her and opened the front door to step into the store.
Noelle was already there. She’d put on her cheerful red apron with the store logo on the front and was counting out bills as she put them into the cash register.
“There’s a line,” he said, pointing.
“I saw.” She looked up, her gaze slightly unfocused. “I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Not being ready isn’t an option. They seem determined and hostile.”
She pushed the cash register shut, then drew in a breath. “Okay. It’s going to be a long day. We’ll pace ourselves and do the best we can. If you get tired, you can rest in back. Or leave early.”
“I can make it through my shift.”
“I don’t want you relapsing.”
“Wouldn’t I have to lapse first?”
Her lack of smile told him she was nervous. He crossed to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“You’ll do great. The store is charming and you have customers waiting. Let’s open a couple of minutes early and get this day started.”
She stared into his eyes. For a second, he thought instead of opening early, he should take the minute or so they had and kiss her. Of course, kissing would lead to him wanting more and this wasn’t the time or place. But it sure would be nice.
“Hey, you in there! It’s freezing out here.”
The comment came from outside and was accompanied by an insistent knocking. Noelle squared her shoulders.
“Okay,” she said as she marched to the front of the store. “I’m ready.”
“Me, too.”
Although it turned out he was wrong. He wasn’t ready. There was no way to be ready for the onslaught of customers. They arrived in groups of twos and threes, they lingered and they bought. Bears and trains, CDs and throws. No corner of the store went unexplored. If he wasn’t restocking, he was bagging. Every now and then he carried bags to a waiting car.
“Excuse me, young man.”
Gabriel turned and saw a pleasant-looking woman leaning heavily on a cane covered with painted purple flowers.
“Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for a menorah for a friend of mine and I noticed the one in the side window. It’s so pretty. Having it made of glass is very unusual and I like that the candles are all different colors. Can you get it for me?”
“Of course,” he said, already heading for the stockroom. “We have one in a box.”
He passed Noelle, who smiled wearily. Five minutes later, the lady with the cane had her menorah and was heading out of the store. He was about to check on the bears when another woman stopped him.
“You’re Gabriel,” she said, eyeing him. She had white curls and wore a bright purple track suit. “Gideon’s brother.”
“Yes.”
“I’m Eddie.” She smiled. “I need you to carry this to my car.”
She handed him a box about the size of a soda can. He stared at it.
“You want me to carry that?”
“Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “I’m old so you have do what I say. Come on. The day’s a-wasting.”
He had no idea what was going on, but wasn’t about to tell the seventy-something woman no. She led him out of the store and down the sidewalk. They walked to the corner and she pointed to a late model sedan. When they reached it, he handed her the package.
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Still confused about what she’d wanted, he turned, only to feel her pat his butt. He spun back. Her expression was both innocent and satisfied.
No, he told himself. He’d imagined the light touch. And if he hadn’t, there was nothing he could do about it.
“Ah, have a nice day,” he mumbled before backing toward the store.
The steady stream of customers continued until Noelle closed and locked the door at six-fifteen. They’d both been on their feet since seven that morning.
“My feet hurt,” she said, untying her apron. “My back hurts and I’m starving.”
“Me, too, and an old lady patted my butt.”
Noelle looked at him and started laughing. “You’re making that up.”
“I swear it happened.”
“Eddie or Gladys.”
“Eddie.”
“Then I believe you. Did you get lunch?”
“No.”
“Me, either. Want to come by my place? I’ll order the biggest pizza you’ve ever seen. You’ll love it.”
She had a smudge on her cheek and dust on her jeans. She looked as weary as he felt. But as she invited him over, all he could think was that what he really wanted for dinner was her. Because when he was around her, the world somehow righted itself. Even if he was being harassed by seniors.
For a second he wondered what she would say if he told her the truth. He figured he was at even odds for her wanting the same and slapping him. Which meant the most sensible course was to say, “Pizza sounds great.”
