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Violet had been skipping around the house all that time, too, playing with her pillow doll and the sprig of mistletoe from the train. She’d gone to the parlor to tell her doll about the “misty toe,” as she called it.

“She’s got quite an imagination,” Allison said.

Maeve nodded.

“Did you ever finish the sock doll?” the other woman asked.

Maeve shook her head. “For some reason, watching the needle go back and forth makes me queasy. But I have two nice handkerchiefs I plan to give Violet. She’ll like those.”

Yesterday, Maeve had told Allison that she was pregnant, too. She’d had no choice when she couldn’t prepare breakfast for the men. The other woman, under Maeve’s direction, had taken over more of the cooking since then and was feeling justifiably proud.

“I’m glad I’ve been spared that,” Allison said with a shudder. “Morning sickness.”

“I didn’t have it the first couple of months, either,” Maeve said. “So take advantage of the fact that you don’t have it yet and travel back to Denver to be with your husband while you can.”

“Not until I find a way to go back gracefully,” Allison said. “If I start back by apologizing I’ll be doing it for the rest of my life.”

“Better to lose your pride than your husband,” Maeve advised.

Allison grinned, but she didn’t say anything.

Just then Violet ran into the kitchen.

“Someone’s coming,” she announced. “With a wagon and a big horse.”

Maeve asked Allison if she could answer the front door, and the other woman took pity on her. Violet followed down the hallway, and Maeve was left alone in the kitchen. She looked around her in satisfaction. Everything was ready for the party.

The tree was in the root cellar with its trunk in a bucket of rocks and water. Noah was going to bring it in soon. More than a hundred gingerbread cookies were lying on the table with pieces of red yarn tied through them so they could be hung on the branches. The golden corn kernels were ready for popping and Allison had threaded two dozen needles so everyone could start making a garland when the kernels were puffed white.

Maeve had never had a large party like this, and it had cheered everyone in the house up more than she had expected. There was only an hour until the ranch hands would be coming over. Dakota had already told her that they’d been heating hot water for days, between the baths and the shirts that needed to be washed. Of course, they had all shaved, too.

She had peeled potatoes earlier and they had a hearty potato soup simmering. Maeve had made sourdough bread for supper after they finished with the tree. They’d decorate the house some, too, and then Maeve was serving a peach cobbler with coffee and tea.

The big Christmas meal, ham and some dried apple pies, would be at noon tomorrow.

Noah was giving the ranch hands most of today and tomorrow off. Just the animal chores would be done—feeding the cattle, milking the cows and gathering the eggs.

Maeve had heard whispers that some of the men liked to sing and had been practicing Christmas songs for the past few days. They had hesitated to offer to entertain everyone when they knew Allison was still going to be there, but Maeve convinced them that the other woman would enjoy their efforts, too.

The men had started coming by the kitchen periodically during the day, each one with a compliment about Noah. She didn’t tell them, but their effort touched her deeply. She wished she had listened to what other people said when she’d gotten married the first time. Noah himself had also been by, helping her tie yarn bows on the gingerbread men and reaching up to the high shelves to find the dried apples.

Just then, Maeve heard footsteps coming down the hall and she told herself she needed to stop letting her mind wander.

Allison was the first one back into the kitchen, obviously flustered with her cheeks pink and her eyes sparkling. A distinguished gentleman with a mustache and a cane followed her.

“This is my husband,” she said breathlessly. “He came all this way to get me.”

The man nodded his head toward Maeve. “May I thank you for taking care of my wife until I could get here. I did not know she was with child until your husband sent me a telegram.”

“Noah?” Maeve said and then squeaked in alarm. “Oh, he’s not my husband. It’s just that this is his house.”

The man smiled and bowed slightly. “Allison tells me your name is Maeve Flanagan. I’m Judge Brandon Scott—soon to be reinstated, I hope. I’m pleased to meet you.”

Maeve had never met a judge of any kind before so she gave a slight curtsy.

She had no sooner finished than the back door opened and Noah came inside.

“You made it,” he said as he walked forward and held out his hand to the judge. “And in good time, too.”

“I’m in your debt,” the man said. “I did not know where to look until I got your telegram.”

Noah inclined his head. “I was glad to do it.”

Maeve was relieved the preparations were almost ready for tonight. She knew from looking at her that Allison would want to spend the rest of the day with her husband.

“You’re staying for the party, aren’t you?” Maeve asked the judge.

“In this kind of weather, you won’t be able travel until morning anyway,” Noah added. “And we have plenty of room.”

“Please, Brandie,” Allison added.

The judge looked pleased and nodded. “Very well.”

Then he looked down at his wife with an expression of such adoration on his face that Maeve felt a stab of jealousy go right through to her heart.

Noah reached over and took her hand. Together they walked down the hall to the parlor, leaving the other couple standing there.

Violet was in the room, sitting on the floor playing with her pillow doll, but she stood up when Noah and Maeve entered.

“Could you go in the bedroom and give your doll a nap?” Maeve asked her daughter. Maybe now was the time to have a conversation with Noah.

Violet wasn’t looking at Noah as if she was afraid of him, but she was not rushing toward him, either. She nodded her head at her mother and carried the doll out of the parlor.

“I’m sorry,” Maeve began and then faltered. Noah must have realized she had something serious to say since his face was solemn.

“What do you have to be sorry about?” Noah asked softly.

“Looking at Allison and her husband makes me realize I want that, too,” Maeve said. That wasn’t what she thought she was going to say, but the words seemed to come forth on their own.

“You want to be loved,” Noah said, his voice neither rising nor falling. It was completely flat.

“I know that’s not what you advertised for,” Maeve continued. The words were not going the way she had planned, but her heart wouldn’t let her change course. “I thought I was past wanting someone to love me and not just take care of me. But you were right. It’s not enough for a lifetime.”

Noah studied her for a minute. “I thought you were going to finally tell me that you’re pregnant.”

“You know?”

Noah nodded. “I finally figured it out.”

“And that’s another reason,” Maeve said, blinking back tears. “You only have room for one child.”

“I said I was an only child, not that I wouldn’t accept a baby also.”

Maeve nodded. “I’m going to ask Allison and the judge if Violet and I can go back to Denver with them. There will be lots of jobs for a widow woman in a big city like that.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

* * *

Noah stood there, stunned. None of this was supposed to happen. He’d thought she would stay.

And then, as clear as if she was in the room with him, he remembered Mrs. Barker telling him with some urgency in her voice that he needed to share his feelings if he was going to keep his marriage to Allison.

He hadn’t been willing then. But now—he ran out of the parlor and down the hall.

There was no one in the kitchen or the dining room. Allison and her husband must have gone upstairs. That left only his bedroom. He raced back down the hall and knocked on the door. He figured the reverend would have to forgive him because Noah knew this was not acceptable.

But Maeve, bless her heart, answered his knock.

She’d been crying; her cheeks were pink and wet. Her glorious hair was swirling about her.

“What do you want?” she said, her voice thick and unhappy.

“You,” he said. “I want you.”

She just looked at him.

Then she looked behind her at Violet and gestured for him to step out into the hall. She shut the door and followed him.

He knelt at her feet.

“I want to tell you everything about me,” he said as he looked up. “How abandoned I felt when my parents died. How alone I was in the care of my aunts. How I resented God and didn’t think I could ever love anyone again. How I made a mockery of my marriage to Allison. How my wife left me because I couldn’t seem to care enough. And how much I’ve come to love you.”

He stopped for breath.

He didn’t know what he would say next to convince Maeve to stay. And then he saw her bend down slowly until she was on her knees, too.

“I want to tell you,” she began. “How my husband destroyed my faith in love. How he betrayed me with other women. How he made me ashamed to go to church. How I blamed him and blamed him and never once asked myself if I could have stopped him. If I could have prayed for him more. Loved him more. I ran away from the scandal and was still hiding. And, to make it worse, I was so angry at God that I told myself He was angry with me. And then I want to say how much I love you, too.”

She stopped talking then, and Noah did what was natural. He leaned across to her and rested his forehead against hers.

“We have a lot of talking to do,” he said softly. “A lifetime of talking.”

He could see the smile start to curve her lips. That’s when he kissed her.

He was starting to kiss her for a second time when he heard the outside door to the kitchen open.

“The men are coming for supper,” Maeve whispered.

“They’ve missed meals before,” Noah said. He didn’t want to move from where they were.

“But it’s the party, too,” Maeve reminded him.

They rose up together and held hands as they walked down the hall. It was only when they got to the kitchen that Maeve remembered her daughter.

“Violet,” she gasped as she turned. “I’ll be right back.”

Noah let her go and turned to greet the ranch hands.

They were all standing there, beaming at him.

“You were mighty cozy there,” Dakota said.

Noah grinned. “I’m not going to wait any longer. I’m going to marry her if she’ll have me.”

“You mean you haven’t asked her yet?” Dakota demanded.

Noah laughed out right. “I guess I have. With the ad and all. But I want to do it proper and from the heart.”

The party started right then, Noah thought, even though Maeve and Allison insisted they weren’t dressed yet so he kept an eye on Violet and started the ranch hands on the popcorn strings. A couple of the men were humming Christmas carols until everyone joined in.

Maeve and Allison came down the hall at the same time.

Half of the men whistled, but Noah didn’t have the breath for it. He thought his heart had stopped. Maeve was wearing a green silk dress, with tucks pulling the waist in and a scooped neckline that made her neck look elegant. Allison was wearing a red dress, and together they looked like Christmas.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as he walked close enough to Maeve to capture her hand again.

He was staring at her, he knew, but he couldn’t seem to stop. And then Violet was standing next to him and saying something about being lifted up. He looked down. There was no fear on her face as she asked to be taken up. He bent down and did so.

She no sooner had she gotten up in his arms than she started to giggle and lift one arm high in an attempt to get something over his head.

“Misty toe,” Violet said in triumph. “You can’t kiss without some misty toe.”

Noah decided the girl had the right idea. He leaned forward and kissed Maeve until she was breathless.

“Will you marry me?” he asked while her eyes were still soft and unfocused.

She smiled. “Yes.”

A cheer erupted from the ranch hands, and there was much slapping of one another on the back. In fact, the party was in such high spirits that Noah decided it was time for Violet to receive her Christmas present.

“I think we have another guest for the party,” he said to Violet, who was still in his arms talking about her “misty toe.”

He had put her present on the top shelf of the entry into the kitchen, and he carried her out there now, with Maeve following.

Violet went silent when she looked at the doll on the shelf.

“For me?” she finally asked.

“All for you,” Noah assured her.

“You didn’t need to,” Maeve said beside him.

“But I wanted to,” Noah told her.

Even though Violet was too busy to raise up her mistletoe, Noah figured it was a good time for a kiss and leaned over to Maeve.

“I’m glad you finally stopped kissing me on the cheek,” Maeve said after she got her breath back.

“Me, too,” Noah said. “Me, too.”

Epilogue

Near the Dry Creek in Montana Territory
July 1887

T
he hot heat of summer made Maeve fan herself with a piece of paper. It was a Sunday afternoon and grasshoppers were jumping around. The ranch hands had loaded the benches and chairs from the bunkhouse into a wagon and driven them over to the banks of the Dry Creek so everyone would have a place to sit for the baptism. Maeve was grateful for that as she sat on one of them with her baby son, Charles, on her lap. The church was having a baptism in the creek and, while Charles was too young for that, she and Noah wanted to dedicate him to the Lord this Sunday.

She glanced next to her where her friend Mercy and her husband, Cole Matheson, were sitting. Maeve had asked them to be godparents to Charles, and they had taken the train back here from Angel Falls to do so. She and Mercy wrote to each other almost weekly and had become solid friends.

Noah was sitting next to Maeve in a new suit, and he couldn’t be prouder of Charles.