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The Best Christmas Ever
Stella Bagwell
When Nick Gallagher returns to his hometown for his brother's Christmas wedding, the confirmed bachelor and military man has to exchange his usual army fatigues for the tux of a best man. Nick has never thought about settling down himself, but soon finds his attention straying…mostly to the very pretty neighbor next door.Allison Lee doesn't trust men–especially ones as handsome as Nick. She knows firsthand that they usually run off at the mention of the word commitment, and she won't risk having her heart broken again. But as Allison begins to see the tenderness behind Nick's charming ways, she's finding it harder and harder to give him his marching orders!
Needed: the perfect wedding date!
Trying to move on from a disastrous engagement, Sophie Morgan needs a date for her best friend’s wedding…and fast! And what quicker way to find a man than speed dating? Only, it’s bar manager, Dan Halliday, who catches Sophie’s eye.
Dan can’t resist helping a damsel in distress, so he offers her a deal—a few shifts in the bar in exchange for the date—no strings attached. But when pretence leads to passion, they both get more than they bargained for. And it’s too late to have any secrets between them….
“Dance with me.”
Nick moved closer and touched Allison’s hair.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. She drew a long breath. “I—I don’t dance.”
“No? Come here.”
Nick took her hand and drew her up against him.
They began to move in a slow, lazy circle. Allison tried to hold back, but it was impossible. He felt so hard and strong. She could feel his arms, his chest, his legs, all moving against hers, muddling her senses.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed the evening.”
Allison felt cocooned in his embrace. “I haven’t had an evening this nice in a long time,” she said truthfully as he moved his hand over her back.
Neither had Nick. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this way. It made him realize he didn’t want the evening to end. In fact, he could see them like this forever. And that was a scary thought for a bachelor.
The Best Christmas Ever
Stella Bagwell
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Stella Bagwell has written more than seventy novels for Harlequin and Silhouette Books. She credits her loyal readers and hopes her stories have brightened their lives in some small way. A cowgirl through and through, she loves to watch old Westerns, and has recently learned how to rope a steer. Her days begin and end helping her husband care for a beloved herd of horses on their little ranch located on the south Texas coast. When she’s not ropin’ and ridin’, you’ll find her at her desk, creating her next tale of love.
The couple have a son, who is a high school math teacher and athletic coach. Stella loves to hear from readers and invites them to contact her at stellabagwell@gmail.com.
To the miracle of Christmas and the gift of true love.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ua39e8baf-1067-5c2c-ba09-2e1eada02ca7)
Chapter 2 (#ua241cbf6-0b4c-58e8-a670-7add84fedf58)
Chapter 3 (#u26cfb15e-23a8-5062-a50a-399d7b2e16ed)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
Nicholas Gallagher slowed his sports car as the blacktop gave way to dirt and the road took another sharp bend. To his right was the wide Arkansas River. Yet before he could catch a glimpse of the barges and towboats traveling the waterway, the road began to veer sharply away from the river and into wide, open fields. At the moment the land lay fallow. But Nick knew exactly how rich and fertile it would look come spring. He was on Gallagher land now—his family’s farm.
Ahead of him, a county road grader was moving slowly, its slanted blade rolling the damp earth to one side of the road. Since the turn to the farm was only a half mile away, Nick downshifted and hung impatiently behind the vehicle.
Bright sunshine glinted off the red hood of his car, making it seem more like an early spring day instead of late December. Yesterday, when he’d left Fort Sill in western Oklahoma, the weather had been cold and wet. But the drive east had left the clouds and rain behind him.
It was a beautiful day, and he was almost home. Home for Christmas. It was a tradition for the Gallagher family to spend the holiday together. To eat, laugh, reminisce and generally make merry. Nick had always made it a point to return home and join in the celebration. But this year coming home for Christmas had taken on new meaning. His brother Sam was getting married and Nick was going to be the best man. He’d had a month to get used to the idea, but Nick still found it difficult to imagine his quiet, hardworking brother in love and about to get married.
While the grader continued to creep along in front of him, Nick looked things over. It was easy to see that Sam had been busy this past harvesting season. Even the land around the old Lee house showed signs of being worked. Nick remembered that particular section of land used to be farmed in watermelon and cantaloupe, but for the past few years it had lain dormant—mainly because Old Lady Lee had been in ill health and his father hadn’t wanted to disturb her with the loud sound of tractors and the boiling dust plowing created.
Maybe the old woman had passed away, Nick thought. Although he couldn’t remember his mother mentioning it in her letters.
Nick studied the square, wood-framed house sitting a hundred feet or so south of the road. The old Lee place was still unpainted and the tin roof was just as rusty as it had been when he’d come home last Easter. Still, it looked as though someone lived there. Curtains hung in the windows and wood was stacked neatly on the east end of the front porch.
However, Old Lady Lee swiftly left his mind as the cattle guard leading to the Gallagher farmhouse appeared on the right. With the road grader finally out of his path, Nick crossed the slatted entrance, then stepped hard on the accelerator. The sports car shot forward like a little red arrow. Dust roiled behind him and Nick chuckled as he pictured his mother’s expression when she spotted him coming down the road. She’d scold him for driving recklessly, then scold him again for not letting the family know that he was coming home today.
At the back of the house, Nick jammed on the brakes, making gravel spray from the tires as the car skidded to a stop just short of the yard fence.
Inside the kitchen Ella glanced out the window, then darted an incredulous look at Kathleen. “My God, it’s Nick! I’m going to thrash him! Did you see that? I’ll bet that car isn’t more than five inches from the fence!”
Before Kathleen could utter a word in defense of her brother, Ella dashed out the door to greet her son.
“Nicholas Gallagher! If I had your daddy’s razor strop with me right now, I’d use it on you,” she shouted as she ran down the steps.
Nick threw back his head and roared with laughter as he held his arms out to his mother. She ran straight into them and clutched her youngest child to her breast.
“Hello, Mom. Glad to see me?” he asked, bending his head to kiss her cheek.
Ella thrust him from her, then wagged her finger in his grinning face. “I’m glad to see you in one piece. Is that the way you drove coming home? Lord help us, it’s a wonder you’re alive! And what are you doing home today? It’s two days before Christmas Eve!”
Laughing again, Nick threw his arm around his mother’s shoulder and held her close. “Well, if I’m too early I can always leave and come back later.”
“Not on your life!” Ella cried. “Sam’s probably going to chain you to the bedpost as it is! He’s tried to get through to you on the telephone all week.”
“So,” Nick said with a wicked grin, “I’ve had my brother a little worried that I wouldn’t show up for the big event?”
“Nicholas!” Ella scolded. “Be serious! You know how much your brother is looking forward to you standing up with him.”
The door on the porch slammed, and Nick turned his head in time to see Kathleen scurrying down the steps toward him.
“Nick!” she squealed happily.
With his free arm, he reached out and pulled his sister against him. “Hi, sis! Don’t tell me you knew I was coming?”
“Of course I didn’t know! None of us did. Why didn’t you call and tell us?” she asked, pinching his lean waist. “Sam’s been out of his mind thinking you’d been shipped off to parts unknown.”
“We’ve been out in the field for over a week on training maneuvers,” Nick explained. “I couldn’t get to a phone.”
“And there’s not one phone between here and Lawton? You could have at least called and warned us you were coming,” Kathleen told him.
Nick’s look told Kathleen just what he thought of her suggestion. “Are you crazy? And ruin my surprise?”
With a good-natured groan she said, “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“Would you really want me to, sis?” he asked, giving her an impish grin.
Kathleen moaned and rolled her eyes. “Mom, how are we ever going to put up with him and get ready for a wedding at the same time?”
“Well, we won’t do it standing around here. Let’s go in,” Ella said, urging her son and daughter up the steps and into the house.
Inside the kitchen, Kathleen stood back with her hands on her hips and gave her brother a thorough looking over. “I guess you’ll do,” she said, her eyes full of love and laughter.
Ella wasn’t nearly as kind. She poked a finger into his midsection. “You look thin. What has the army been feeding you—K rations three times a day?”
Laughing, Nick shook his head. “Mom, you’re looking at a man in prime physical condition.”
“If you say so, Sergeant Gallagher,” Kathleen said teasingly. “How many push-ups can you do?”
“I won’t tell. Sam might kill himself trying to outdo me.” He glanced from his sister to look around the room. “Speaking of Brother Samuel, where is he? And where’s my future sister-in-law? I’m dying to see if she’s still as pretty as she used to be.”
Ella waved her hand dismissively. “Actually, Oliv-ia has been running her legs off getting ready for the wedding. But this afternoon she and Sam took time out to round up food and toys for the mission where she’s been doing a little volunteer work.”
Nick’s brows arched in wonder. “Sam is out gathering food and toys? Instead of farming? Olivia must have really transformed the boy.”
Ella gave her son an impatient look. “Your brother can do other things, you know. Besides, you might as well hear it right now. Olivia had a hard time of it over in Africa. Sam’s trying to help her ease back into relief work. So don’t be pestering her with a lot of questions about Ethiopia. You hear me?”
Nick stared at his mother. “You mean we have to handle her with kid gloves?”
“No, Nicholas. She isn’t that fragile. I’m just telling you to be kind and...sensitive.”
A beguiling grin suddenly spread across his face. “Now, Mother, you know that I know all about dealing with—”
“Yes. We know. Dealing with women,” she interrupted, shaking her head.
Laughing, Kathleen crooked her arm through Nick’s and tugged him over to the kitchen table. “Just wait until you see them together, Nick. I never thought I’d ever see Sam so happy. And Olivia is positively glowing.”
Nick eased his six-foot frame into one of the wooden chairs at the table, then leaned back and crossed his legs at the ankles.
“So where’s Dad?” he asked.
“He’s down at the hog pen trying to build some sort of watering system that won’t freeze. I guess he didn’t hear you drive up,” Kathleen said.
Nick told himself not to feel let down because his father wasn’t around to greet him.
“He’ll be in shortly,” Ella told her son. “It’s close to two o’clock and he can’t go much longer than that without his afternoon coffee. He’s going to be so surprised to see you.”
“He must be getting soft in his older years,” Nick said fondly. “I can remember when he’d have a fit if Sam and I quit for a soda.”
Kathleen made a tsking noise with her tongue. “Don’t you really mean a dip in the river that would end up lasting half of the afternoon?”
Nick made a face at his sister and she leaned over and mussed his dark auburn hair. “I’ll bet you never tell those poor privates beneath you what a terror you used to be.”
He grinned. “I’m not totally crazy, sis.”
“Kathleen, come here and make coffee. You can talk to your brother from across the room. I’ve got to finish coloring this rice so it can be drying,” Ella said as she wiped her hands on the edge of her apron. “Nick, do you want to bring in your bags now?”
“I have a whole trunkful of things out there. I’ll get them later.”
“You did bring your Class A’s, didn’t you? I know Sam will want you to wear them for the wedding,” Kathleen said, referring to his dress military uniform.
Nick grinned, more to himself than at his sister. She was finally on the mend. Some of her old spark was back in her eyes and she was smiling and laughing again. It was wonderful to see.
“As a matter of fact, my Class A’s were one of the very first things I packed, sis. Along with your Christmas present, of course.”
Kathleen instantly forgot the coffee. She came up behind her brother and, looping her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his. “You are going to tell me what it is, aren’t you?”
Nick chuckled wickedly. “Not even a hint.”
“Nick—” Kathleen began to plead, only to have Ella interrupt them.
“Kathleen, the coffee,” she reminded her. “I’m sure Nick could use a cup after his long drive.” The older woman wearily brushed back a wisp of hair. “I never realized getting ready for a wedding would be such a job. And with Christmas, too, I don’t know if we’re going to make it.”
“Of course we’ll make it. Nick’s here to help now,” Kathleen said happily.
Nick merely looked at the two women and laughed. “Me, help? I don’t know anything about weddings. I’d rather march five miles in sleet and snow than go to a wedding.”
“Scared all that love and commitment stuff might rub off, eh?” Kathleen teased.
His sister was so close to the truth it made Nick shift uncomfortably in his chair. “There’s not a man alive that can truly say he likes weddings,” Nick said defensively.
