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A Boy's Christmas Wish
Patricia Johns
A lot has changed—and a lot hasn'tFive years ago, Beth Thomas's engagement to Danny Brockwood ended when his secret child was dropped off on his doorstep. Now eight months pregnant—and about to be a single mother herself—Beth is back in her Alberta hometown, where the rugged mechanic is raising his son.She wants to hate Danny; discovering he'd hidden his toddler from her was the reason she left. And now Danny's bought out the beloved corner store that had been in Beth's family for generations. But their still-simmering chemistry isn't all they have in common. Can two single parents win back each other's trust with the help of one determined boy?
A lot has changed—and a lot hasn’t
Five years ago, Beth Thomas’s engagement to Danny Brockwood ended when his secret child was dropped off on his doorstep. Now eight months pregnant—and about to be a single mother herself—Beth is back in her Alberta hometown, where the rugged mechanic is raising his son.
She wants to hate Danny; discovering he’d hidden his toddler from her was the reason she left. And now Danny’s bought out the beloved corner store that had been in Beth’s family for generations. But their still-simmering chemistry isn’t all they have in common. Can two single parents win back each other’s trust with the help of one determined boy?
“You’ll be okay, Beth.”
Danny took a step closer. He looked down at her pale fingers in his hand, and he longed to lift them to his lips. He was supposed to be over her...
“Are we okay?” Beth asked, looking up at him. She was close enough that he could have bent down and caught those pink lips with his.
“You mean, are we friends?” he asked, his voice catching. He missed her so much it hurt.
She’d walked out on him, broken his heart. She’d been wrong, but that didn’t change the way he still yearned for her.
Dear Reader (#u750d6c2b-e25e-5145-b9d4-ed36750f2710),
This book revolves around a little boy named Luke whose heart has been broken. He wants a mom—someone to love him and protect him, to be proud of him. And my heroine is the perfect choice, if only she can sort out her issues with his father.
In my real life, my days revolve around my own little boy, who is about the same age as Luke. One day, I was walking my son’s friends home from school as a favor to their mother, and another friend of mine (a mom of a little girl) saw me heading off with this group of sweet, rambunctious boys. She looked rather panicked on my behalf. The thought of caring for that many boys was intimidating to her. But I have a son, so little boys make sense to me. They can be complicated, but they are so worth the work! When I needed to choose a child for my hero, I knew it had to be a boy, because I just had to share that feeling when a pair of arms wrap around your neck and a little boy says, “I love you, Mom!”
If you enjoyed this book, you may enjoy my other books, too. I have two other Heartwarming releases before this one, but I also write for the Western Romance and Love Inspired lines here at Harlequin. All of my stories are sweet, which means the relationship develops without going beyond a kiss. So you can trust my books, regardless of the line they are published under.
If you’d like to connect with me, you can find me at my website, www.patriciajohnsromance.com (http://www.patriciajohnsromance.com), or on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/PatriciaJohnsAuthor/). I’d love to meet you.
Patricia
A Boy’s Christmas Wish
Patricia Johns
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
PATRICIA JOHNS writes from Alberta, Canada. She has her Hon. BA in English literature and currently writes for Harlequin’s Love Inspired, Western Romance and Heartwarming lines. You can find her at patriciajohnsromance.com (http://www.patriciajohnsromance.com).
To my husband and our little boy.
You’ve had me by the heartstrings from the start. I love you!
Contents
Cover (#u651143e6-50b9-5bb8-9ad4-514f35867413)
Back Cover Text (#uf49fbad7-8b26-5cdb-8852-4ec1720a1b3a)
Introduction (#u2f65eee7-a291-59bf-9780-f6716c9fb082)
Dear Reader (#u294b11b1-7094-54f9-8b57-d603165aee9f)
Title Page (#u05cc91d0-e136-5948-bd43-2c9991ccabed)
About the Author (#u6b096726-365e-5c4f-8442-27094a46916b)
Dedication (#u54590e6e-d89b-58be-8afe-10e55a2bc0ea)
CHAPTER ONE (#ue95f5ae8-2943-5f49-a0cb-da092608c60d)
CHAPTER TWO (#u46be6a39-8a94-5a21-b071-b040caec3259)
CHAPTER THREE (#ue80de5e0-5cac-5c2a-a836-2e420993e419)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u5d5b44bd-b9ec-5afa-a318-c6ce654f7ff5)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u750d6c2b-e25e-5145-b9d4-ed36750f2710)
BETH THOMAS’S FATHER, Rick, didn’t seem terribly concerned that Granny was missing. He looked up from a basket of laundry he’d been halfheartedly folding and shrugged.
“She’s probably wandered off again,” he said. He was a short man with a full head of iron gray hair and bushy black eyebrows, and he was staring down at the laundry as if he’d rather murder it. He was recently divorced from Beth’s stepmom, Linda, and the housework seemed to irritate him more than the divorce settlement. He was a moderately successful literary novelist, and Beth was still waiting for him to inject all this unprocessed emotion into a new manuscript. So far—nada.
“Does she wander off often?” Beth asked.
“From time to time...yes.”
Beth rubbed a hand over her expanding belly, and the baby wriggled inside her. She was eight months pregnant with sore feet, and Granny had been the buffer zone between Beth and her father since she’d arrived home for the holidays.
“Where does Granny go?” Beth pressed.
“The store.”
For the Thomas family, “the store” never referred to the grocery store or the hardware store. Rick raised his eyes to meet her gaze, and she could see the pain there. Before Linda left, Rick had declared bankruptcy, and the corner store that had belonged to the family for three generations had been put up for sale by the bank. So much for second mortgages.
“I’ll go check there,” she said.
“I can do it—” Rick dropped a T-shirt back into the basket. “You should probably put your feet up or something, kiddo.”
Kiddo. She was thirty-two.
“No, I’m fine, Dad. I’m supposed to get exercise anyway. I’ll go see if I can find her.”
Beth wanted out of the house, away from her father’s irritable household chores and the stuffy smells of toast and pine-scented air freshener. She’d come home because she didn’t have much choice. Her city job as a caregiver for an elderly lady had come to an end when the woman moved to a long-term care facility, and Beth was due to give birth within four short weeks. The baby’s father was out of the picture, hence her return home. But her dad’s divorce and bankruptcy meant that her arrival wasn’t terribly convenient for him, and she could feel his frustration. He needed space, and so did she.
Beth headed down the stairs, stepping carefully. She couldn’t see past her belly, and her center of gravity was off now that she was all tummy, but she made it down, shoved her feet into her boots and grabbed her cream woolen coat. It didn’t close properly, but she did up the top few buttons and wrapped a scarf around her neck. It would have to do. The corner store wasn’t far from her dad’s house, and she angled her steps in that direction, keeping her eyes peeled for Granny.
North Fork, Alberta, was a small community on the Canadian prairies with a downtown that consisted of about four crisscrossing streets and a park next to a towering brick church. All winter long, that park had trees decorated for Christmas—an intricate design of twinkling lights that encircled a running track that was flooded to make a skating rink. She’d grown up in this town, learned to skate on that outdoor rink, and she’d even gotten engaged one Christmas in the glow of those Christmas lights to a rugged guy named Danny Brockwood, who’d come to town for a job as a millwright.
But that had been five years ago, and that engagement had ended in heartbreak when she discovered he’d been lying to her the entire time—he had a child that he’d never told her about. So she packed up and went to the city, where she’d hoped for a fresh start. A degree in medieval studies qualified her for absolutely nothing in particular, and she’d gotten a job with a private company caring for the elderly in their homes. Sometimes, when she got home from work and flung herself on her couch, she’d look at the blank TV and wonder how Danny was doing. It was her own bad luck to have fallen in love with the wrong guy.
Beth stopped at an intersection and looked both ways, scanning for the familiar form of a slender old lady in a bright red jacket and clomping winter boots. Alberta was cold and dry this time of year, the snow swirling into banks on the sides of the street—not even needing salt to melt it off the asphalt. The wind blew in powerful gusts, stopped only by the low houses. The prairies had no other wind blocks, just section upon section of frozen farmland, bared to elements. However, for all the arctic winds, the sun shone bright and cheery. Beth had often wondered how people used to endure this kind of cold before electricity and water heaters.
Granny might run off, but apparently, she was with it enough to put on a coat and boots before she did. Perhaps that was why her dad didn’t worry quite so much. Besides, in a town the size of North Fork, everyone knew everyone, and someone was bound to bring her home again. Granny was a fixture around here—the lady from the corner store. What kid didn’t know her? And what adult hadn’t bought tiny paper bags of bulk candy from her in their own childhoods?
The corner store was just ahead, and Beth plodded toward it. It was closed down now, the windows papered over and the neon signs that used to flicker in the windows gone. Her heart constricted at the sight of it. That store had been her home just as much as the house, or the town; it had been her respite from her by-the-book stepmother.
Beth waited for a truck to pass, and she tugged her coat a little closer around her belly. The cold was seeping into her fingers and toes, and while pregnancy had left her generally overheated, a coat she couldn’t zip certainly took care of that. She crossed the road and stopped again, looking in all directions. No sign of Granny.
“Granny!” Shouting in the middle of the road didn’t seem to do much good, either, since the only response was the bark of a dog from a nearby yard.
Beth stopped in front of the store and looked up, her gaze focusing on the For Sale sign. Except it wasn’t for sale anymore...there was a big banner covering it stating Sold.
She sighed. It was to be expected, of course, but it still hurt. Someone had snapped it up, and soon enough that old store would be turned into something else. A Laundromat or a coffee shop. Whatever business ended up there, the Thomas family wouldn’t have the heart to frequent it.
The door was ajar, and Beth gave it a pull. It opened with that familiar jingle of the bell overhead, and she stepped inside. Nothing had changed. The old shelves were still in the same place, except most of the product was gone. There was one shelf that still held various odds and ends that looked fully stocked. She heaved a sigh.
“Hey.”
Beth startled as a man stood up from behind one of those shelves, his hands full of cardboard, and she caught her breath when she recognized him. He was tall and dark, as he always had been, but the last five years had solidified him. He stared at her in equal surprise, and he dropped the cardboard and brushed his hands off, then came around the shelf.
“Danny...” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”
She swallowed hard and tugged at her jacket again, as if by covering her belly she could protect herself from that barrage of emotion.
“What are you doing here?” he countered.
“I was looking for Granny. And I just wanted to stop in and see the old place before it—” She didn’t finish that thought. What was Danny Brockwood doing here? Did he know the new owner or something?
“I haven’t seen her,” he said. “You...um—” His gaze moved down to her belly, then up to her face again. “You look good.”
“Thanks.” She wouldn’t address it. Yes, she was pregnant, but Danny didn’t get explanations. He didn’t deserve them. He could just stand there and wonder.
“How are you doing?” he asked. “I thought you’d have come back to town before this.”
“I was busy.” That’s what people said, wasn’t it? At least people who wanted to save face. “How is your son?”
Danny pulled a hand through his hair, but something in his expression softened in a way she’d never seen before. “He’s eight now. Almost nine. He’s a good kid. Smart as a whip, too.”
Luke was the secret that Danny had kept from Beth until five days before their wedding. Then his ex-girlfriend dropped his toddler son on his doorstep and told him that it was his turn at parenting. That was a big secret to have kept from her. People didn’t have children and then just forget—it had been a willful omission, and if he could hide something that big, what else could he hide? Her faith in her swarthy fiancé’s love had shriveled. This wasn’t about romance anymore; it was about real-life challenges and her ability to take him at his word. But her fears went deeper than that. She’d seen the way he looked at that little boy, and she recognized that they shared a connection she never would. She’d had a stepmother of her own, and she wasn’t keen on taking on that role for herself.
“So, are you married?” Danny asked after a beat of silence.
“No.” She tugged at her coat again. “Single.” She wasn’t going to pretend that things were any different than they were. She was very much on her own in this.
“When are you due?” he asked.
He eyed her in that curious way he used to do when they were younger and dating, and she felt a small part of her resentful heart thaw.
“It’s rude to ask about a pregnancy that hasn’t been confirmed yet, you know,” she said wryly, and Danny cracked a grin.
“Hard to deny that one, Beth.”
“I’m due January fourth,” she said, smoothing a hand over her stomach. “And it’s a girl.”
Danny nodded slowly. “Congratulations. You really do look beautiful.”
Everyone had to say that to a pregnant woman—she knew that. She felt puffy now, and huge.
“So what are you doing here?” Beth asked, glancing around. “I noticed that the store is sold.”
“I bought it.” His gaze didn’t even flicker as he said it. “It was a price I couldn’t refuse.”
Her heart sank. This was adding insult to injury. She’d never fully recovered from calling off their wedding, and now when her family was going through their hardest times since, Danny was the one to swoop in and buy up their heritage?
“You?” She stared at him, aghast. “You bought our store?”
