Tanya Michaels - Mistletoe Hero

I don’t want you to have any illusions about me . He was trying to give her all the reasons why he was the wrong man for her, too much of a risk to be entrusted with her heart. A week ago, she would have agreed. Now she thought it was more complicated than that.

Hadn’t she been thinking only earlier tonight that the potential rewards of love were worth the struggle and effort? Rather than simply labeling him the wrong man, couldn’t she instead help him become the right one?

WHEN ARIANNE WOKE on Sunday morning, she was alone in the bed. A note on the nightstand said that Gabe would be back in a few minutes. After a moment’s deliberation over whether it was an invasion of personal space, she decided to pillage his closet for a shirt to wear. Hers was beyond grungy after twenty-four hours. She thumbed through a few hangers and laughed when she found a red T-shirt, faded and soft from many washings, that said Waide Supply above the pocket. Her dad had given them out as promotional items one year to every customer who spent more than sixty dollars in a visit. She had one in blue, but it didn’t hang nearly to her knees the way Gabe’s did.

Once she’d changed, she got a piece of sugar-free gum out of her purse in lieu of a toothbrush. She was securing her hair in a ponytail when she heard the front door close.

“Arianne?”

Just the sound of his voice thrilled her, but she tried not to sound like a squealing girl with a crush. “Back here.”

He appeared in the bedroom doorway holding a white sack with the Dixieland Diner logo on it. “Mornin’. I thought you might like something besides ice cream for breakfast.”

“That was thoughtful.” Her stomach rumbled at the smell of sausages and…was that syrup she detected? “Did you get us pancakes?”

At his nod, she thought, I adore you .

Today, they decided in unspoken agreement to eat at the breakfast bar. The breakfast dishes were not going to balance in her lap as easily as the ice-cream bowl. She sat on one of the stools while he got silverware out of a drawer.

Tossing his cell phone on the counter, Gabe said offhandedly, “Oh, I called Lilah on my way back from the diner to let her know you’d be ready to go soon. She should be here in about twenty minutes. I figured you’d be in a hurry for a fresh change of clothes.” His mouth quirked in a half grin, exposing his left dimple, as he took in the too-big shirt.

She smiled back as it was impossible to be annoyed with a man who bought you buttermilk pancakes with turkey sausage and fresh fruit. But she would have called Lilah herself. Was he trying to get rid of her?

He sat next to her and they ate in silence. Arianne racked her brain for the best way to handle the situation. She’d had a few lovers in her life, but they’d been steady boyfriends, guys she’d known well and had been in relationships with long before they found their way to her bed. Did Gabe consider last night a onetime event? The thought was bleak. But since she’d assured him she knew all she needed to take the leap, she could hardly press him now for answers and commitments.

As far as Arianne was concerned, they had a future of some sort. One of them just didn’t know it yet. Rather than informing him of her own feelings and encouraging him to consider his, she decided to exercise rarely used tact. They would talk later. For now, he was still finishing his breakfast and Lilah’s car was coming up the long driveway.

Arianne glanced out the window. “That’s my ride.”

Gabe opened the door and Lilah walked inside looking like an old-fashioned suitor come a-courtin’. She held a bouquet, a picture of some sort and a shoe box with a bow on it.

“What’s all this?” Gabe asked, staring at the roses as if they were live grenades on stems.

“These-” Lilah handed over the flowers “-are from Fawne as a thank-you. There’s a note. This is something Ben drew for you. And Quinn got you this very manly first-aid kit as her way of saying she hopes you feel better soon.”

He set the box on the bar to open it, and Arianne laughed at the sight of a green-and-brown camouflage-print ice pack and a box of adhesive bandages printed with monster trucks. He barely looked at her, instead staring at the odd assortment of gifts in disbelief.

“Seems like an awful lot of fuss,” he said.

Lilah raised an eyebrow. “Well, Ben’s awful important to his friends and family. We hate to think what would have happened to him if you hadn’t been there. By the way, Jack Allen has apologized a dozen times for just leaving that ladder propped like that and not giving anyone a heads-up that it was there. He loaded it onto Nick Zeth’s truck, along with the bouncy balls. They’re planning to bring it by today and help with the pirate ship construction if you need it.”

Even though Gabe shifted uncomfortably at this announcement, Arianne couldn’t be more delighted by the news. This was the Mistletoe she knew and loved-neighbors and friends helping each other out and banding together. It was high time Gabe got to be a part of that Mistletoe, too. She just hoped it wasn’t too late.

Lilah fished her keys out of her pocket. “You about ready, Ari?”

Translation, was Arianne prepared for the interrogation that was going to take place the second the two women were alone in the car? She decided that she wasn’t going to confide in Lilah, not yet. Gabe was such a private person that telling Lilah any of what he’d shared would feel like a betrayal. And as far as their making love…For now, that was hers alone, inviolable and not open for discussion.

Arianne slid her purse strap onto her shoulder. “I’m good to go.”

Gabe walked them to the door, making no move to touch her but smiling into her eyes when he said, “I’m sure I’ll be talking to you soon.”

“Count on it.” And then, since Lilah had already seen them kissing anyway and Arianne had never been good at denying her impulses, she stretched up-relieved he met her halfway-and kissed him quickly across the lips.

Lilah didn’t say anything until she’d started the car. “Tanner wanted to come pick you up, but I vetoed him. I figured you wouldn’t want to deal with the whole macho, overprotective brother vibe and his giving Gabe the stink-eye.”

“Good call.”

“But don’t be surprised when we have dinner with the family tonight. They’re going to ask questions.”

Arianne smirked, deducing that this oh-so-considerate warning was just a way of Lilah leading into her own inquiries. “Let ’em ask. I love my family, and it’s perfectly normal for them to have an interest in my life. Of course, they’ll also have to understand that I’m a grown woman who doesn’t have to answer to anyone else.”

Lilah snorted. “Yeah, try that with your brothers and dad and see how well it goes over.”

Playing with the hem of her T-shirt, Arianne asked, “Do you think they’ll like him? Dad and Dave and Tanner? It was different for you and Rachel coming into the family. Mom and I were thrilled not to be outnumbered anymore and we’re not quite as…tribal as the guys. They close ranks sometimes without even meaning to.”

Gabe had endured enough of that already. If Arianne was successful in winning him over, the Waides were going to welcome him into the clan with open arms, damn it.

“They just want what’s best for you,” Lilah said. “Same as you do for them. I can’t promise they won’t threaten to beat his ass if he ever hurts you, but if you’re happy, they’ll accept him. Does he make you happy?”

Arianne thought about the acrid tang of rejection she experienced whenever he found a reason to walk away from her. It wasn’t promising that he’d had thirty years’ practice in numbing himself to his emotions and almost no practice with healthy, loving relationships.