Kisses on Her Christmas List (11 page)

He glanced over at Shannon and the look of love on her face for his little girl nearly did him in.
How could he not fall for the woman who loved his daughter?
Especially when her own mom hadn't?

He sucked in a breath, told himself to think about this later and said, “Come on, Finley.
I have lots of work to do this afternoon.
We need to go now.”

She sighed heavily, but got off the chair and scampered over to Shannon, who took her hand and led her out of the office.

A strange sensation invaded his chest.
Four days ago, he thought he'd never see his normal daughter again.
But a little bit of time with Shannon had changed everything.

And he wondered if that wasn't a big part of why he liked her so much, why he was so ready suddenly to jump into another relationship.

Was he really seeing Shannon romantically or was he only falling for her because he wanted help with his daughter?

They walked through the cafeteria line, choosing their lunches, and when Finley picked whipped-cream-covered cherry gelatin and pie as her main course, Rory simply took those dishes off her plate and told her to choose again.

But Shannon smiled and said, “I'll bet your dad
would let you keep the gelatin as your dessert if you picked a better main course.”

Frowning, Finley studied the available food.
Finally, she took a salad and an order of fries.
But Rory stared at Shannon.
He remembered that they'd formed an alliance.
He'd been the one to suggest it.
But his question about his motives in wanting a relationship with Shannon came back full force.
He suddenly felt as if he were using her.
And, even worse, that he might be thinking of Shannon romantically just because he wanted a mother for his child.

Nerves skittered down his spine.
What if he was?
Oh, lord.
What if he was?

Then he was scum.

They found a table in the back and once Rory opened Finley's little packet of ranch dressing and poured it on her salad, she started to eat.
Her mouth full of lettuce, she said, “I really like the game, Shannon.”

Shannon and Rory both said, “Don't talk with your mouth full.”

Shannon quickly looked down at her own salad, but those odd feelings floated through Rory again.
It was wonderful to have a partner.
Wonderful to have backup.
With Shannon around, it wasn't just him against Finley.
He had an ally.

Finley chewed and swallowed then said, “I also forgot to say thanks.”

The guilty sensations bombarding him intensified.
That morning he should have prompted Finley to thank Shannon and he'd forgotten.
He was proud as hell that Finley had remembered, but it served as yet another reminder that he wasn't as good with Finley as he needed to be.
And he was getting comfortable with Shannon picking up the slack.

Shannon said, “You're welcome.
It was my pleasure.
I appreciate you being so patient while I show your dad my store.”

Kicking her feet under the table, Finley grinned.

Rory's heart about burst in his chest.
Not from love or even pride.
From some hideous emotion he couldn't name.
He didn't have to ponder or think this through.
Finley liked Shannon.
She liked having a woman around.
Having a woman around settled her.
Was it any wonder he was interested in Shannon?
Any wonder he wasn't demanding to see her store on his own?
He wanted to stay in her company and in her good graces.
He didn't want any friction between them so she'd continue to help him with Finley.

He was double scum.

Once they returned Finley to Shannon's office and Wendy's care, they started up the hall to the advertising department again, but Rory stopped her by placing his hand on her forearm.

“Wait.”

She turned, smiled.
“What?”

“I want some time alone with the people in advertising.”

She didn't hesitate, her smile didn't slip.
“Sure.
No problem.
I understand that you'd want to see what they'd say when the boss isn't around.”

“And I think I'd like to be by myself tomorrow when I spend the day with accounting.”

Again, her smile didn't slip.
No hesitation when she said, “Sure.”
Her smile actually grew.
“I'll be happy to spend this afternoon and tomorrow with Finley.”

His heart lurched.
She really did love Finley.

“And I also thought it would be a good idea for the
two of you to come to my house for a little more decorating tonight.”

She
might not have hesitated, but he did.
He wasn't at all sure that was a good idea.
Except, he was confused about his feelings for Shannon and maybe a little private time would clear everything up for him?

“Are you sure we're not an imposition?”

She laughed her wonderful musical laugh and his heart about kicked its way out of his chest.
How could he ever worry that he only wanted to spend time with Shannon because she was a good mom to Finley?
He
liked
her.
God, if he liked her any more he wouldn't be able to hold off telling her until after he made a decision about the store.

“I love having you around.”

He caught her gaze and found himself trapped in her pretty blue eyes.
“Thanks.”

“You're welcome.
And don't bring food.
I'll cook.”

He chuckled, glad she'd said something that could bring him back to reality.
“Thought you couldn't cook?”

“I wasn't thinking anything fancy.
Just macaroni and cheese and hot dogs.
Things Finley might be missing since you're on the road.”

His heart expanded again.
She was so good to Finley that it was easy for him to see how he could be confused.
But he wasn't confused anymore.
She was beautiful.
Smart.
Fun.
He liked her.

Ha!
Take that, Fate.
He
liked
her.

He frowned.
Great.
He liked her.
But he couldn't tell her or make a move until after their deal was done.
And he was about to spend private time in her company.
This night might not be the piece of cake that he thought.

 

That night when they arrived at Shannon's house, she opened the door and welcomed them inside, proud of the scent of macaroni and cheese and hot dogs that greeted them.

Impatient while her dad helped her out of her jacket, Finley cried, “Hot dogs!”

“Yep.
And macaroni.”

“All right!”

She turned to take Finley's jacket and saw Rory shrugging out of his coat and she did a double take.
He wasn't wearing his usual dress shirt and dress pants.
Instead, he wore jeans and a T-shirt.
She'd seen him in jeans, of course, but that was over the weekend when everything was awkward.
Tonight he looked so relaxed, so casual in her home, that her pulse fluttered.

She sucked in a breath.
Reminded herself she could do this.
For the opportunity to spend time with Finley, she could be with Rory without giving in to her attraction.

“Right this way.”

She led them into the kitchen and walked directly to the stove.
Pulling a tray of hot dogs from the broiler, she said, “Everything's ready.
Take a seat.”

At the table, Rory put a hot dog on a bun for Finley, who eagerly bit into it.
“This is good!”

Shannon took a quick swipe over her mouth with her napkin to keep from scolding Finley for talking with her mouth full.
Rory had been giving her odd looks all day.
It had taken a while but she'd finally figured out that she might be overstepping her boundaries by constantly mothering Finley.
Whether he'd asked for help or not, she was just a bit too helpful.
So it was best to back off a bit.

She served yellow cake for dessert then accepted
Rory and Finley's help clearing the table.
When the kitchen was cleaned, she turned from the sink and said, “Okay, everybody, let's get our coats on.”

Rory's eyebrows rose.
“Coats?”

“We're going to put up the outside lights.”

Finley clapped.
Rory frowned.
“It's dark.”

“I know.
But my dad has a big spotlight that we can use.”
She laughed.
“It'll light up the whole yard.”

“Setting up seems like it will take more time than the actual decorating.”

“I know.
But my parents will be home soon.
And I was going to do this last Saturday—” She paused.
She didn't want them to help because of a guilt trip.
“Never mind.
I didn't mean that like it sounded.
I only meant that I was running out of time.”

But it was too late.
Rory said, “Of course, you're right.
We'll set up the big light and decorate.”

After shrugging into his coat and assisting Finley with hers, Rory followed Shannon out to the shed behind her house.
Though they'd been there on Saturday to get the sleds, he took a closer look this time around, as Shannon dug through a mountain of junk stored in her shed.

“What is all this?”

She peeked up.
“My parents had no use for a lot of their things when they moved to Florida.”
She pointed at a snowblower.
“Especially winter things.”
She went back to working her way through boxes and containers.
“So they left it all with me.”

He looked around in awe.
“I'm not sure if I envy you or feel sorry.”

“Feel sorry.
Because if I have to move to a warmer climate when I sell Raleigh's, I'm going to have to have
a huge yard sale.
If I stay in snow country, I've gotta move all this stuff to whatever city I end up in.”

He laughed.

“Ah-ha!
Here it is.”
She struggled to get the big light out of a box and he raced over to help her.
Their gloved hands brushed and though Rory felt an instant connection, Shannon didn't even react.

Which was fine.
They were wearing gloves.
Besides, did he really expect her to have heart-racing, pulse-pounding reactions every time they touched?

Hoisting the light out of the box, he frowned.
He
was having heart-racing, pulse-pounding reactions around her.
It only seemed fair that she would have them, too.

After they set the light on the floor, she scrambled away.
“I have an extension cord.”

He glanced over his shoulder and saw that she held a huge, orange heavy-duty extension cord.

She grabbed the neatly bound electrical cord of the spotlight and connected it to the extension cord.
“I'll unwind as you walk out to the yard.
When the cord stops, that's where the light sits.
Anything that isn't lit by the light doesn't get decorated.”

He chuckled.
“Sounds like a plan.”

He walked out into the snowy front yard.
When he ran out of extension cord, he unwound the light's cord and went another ten feet.

“That's it!”
he called and Shannon and Finley came out of the shed.
Shannon held a huge roll of multicolored lights.
Finley skipped behind her.

“I'd like to put these around the porch roof.”

He glanced over at it.
“We'll need a ladder.”

She motioned with her head to the shed behind her.
“It's on the wall.
I'll turn on the spotlight.”

He easily found the ladder and when he carried it
out of the shed, he quickly noticed two things.
First, the spotlight could illuminate a small village.
Second, she and Finley sat on the porch steps, laughing, waiting for him.