Judith Stacy - All a Cowboy Wants for Christmas - Waiting for Christmas / His Christmas Wish / Once Upon a Frontier Christmas

“No,” she said again. Marlee straightened her shoulders and faced him squarely. “I don’t want your pity—and that’s exactly what your offer is about. I’ve spent my life handling my own problems and I will continue to do so.”

“This isn’t a good time to let your pride get in your way,” Carson said gently.

That seemed to fire her up again, which was far better than seeing her cry.

“I will raise that money somehow—without your help,” she told him.

Marlee glared up at him, defiance etched in the tight line of her mouth and the hard look in her eyes, and all Carson could think was that he wanted to kiss her.

Then she seemed to crumble again and took a step back.

“Immediately after Christmas, I’m leaving Harmony. I’m going back to Philadelphia,” Marlee said, then hurried toward Main Street.

Carson watched her walk away and a heaviness crashed down on him.

She was leaving.

And he was falling in love with her.

Marlee sat on a stool in the Harmony General Store gliding a feather duster along a display of matchboxes and candles. A dozen or so customers roamed the aisles. Their words carried to Marlee as she crouched in the back corner, cringing at everyone’s topic of conversation.

The festival. The festival that everyone assumed would be a success because she hadn’t yet told Mrs. Tuttle that she had failed to get the donation from Carson. After her confrontation with him in the alley, she simply hadn’t had the strength to give the mayor’s wife the bad news.

Of course, it didn’t have to be bad news, Marlee reminded herself as she shifted on the stool. Carson had said he’d donate the money—but she’d turned him down. Why had she done that? All her problems—and Harmony’s—would have been solved.

Yet Marlee knew she couldn’t allow herself to be in his debt, emotionally. She couldn’t let him rescue her, save her from admitting she’d failed. She had to stay strong, handle her own problems as she’d always done. It would do her no good to rely on Carson, or anyone else, who wouldn’t be around in the future.

All those thoughts had struck her in a flash as she’d stood in the alley gazing into Carson’s handsome face, still feeling his arms around her, basking in the warmth of the heat he gave off. For a moment, Marlee let the memory fill her mind, and the feelings encircle her heart.

How wonderful that he’d held her while she cried. He’d been concerned that something had happened to her. She’d seen that he’d wanted to fix the problem, whatever it was. No one had ever done those things for her before. She’d felt special in his arms, as if she belonged there, as if he wanted her there.

What would it be like to step into his warm, strong embrace again and again? How wonderful it would feel if Carson would always be there for her.

Marlee forced aside those thoughts as a more troubling one presented itself. In turning down Carson’s donation for her own personal reasons, she was being selfish. She’d let her feelings overwhelm her good sense. Yet she couldn’t imagine going back to Carson and asking for his money, even if it was for the good of Harmony. Not until she’d attempted to get the funds elsewhere first.

“You okay, boss?” Drew asked.

Carson let his gaze drift to the young man standing in his office doorway who was looking as if he’d found him dancing a jig atop his desk. Carson didn’t blame him, though. It wasn’t often he sat back with his feet on the corner of his desk, staring out the window.

“It’s just that, well, you haven’t been out of your office all day, and every time I look in here you’re just sitting there doing nothing,” Drew said. “You’ve got those investors coming and—”

“I’m heading out in a minute or two,” Carson told him and turned his attention to the window again.

Folks passed by on the boardwalk but Carson didn’t really see them. He was lost in thought—and it didn’t concern the investors he was expecting.

Marlee. She filled his mind. When he’d kissed her all he could think about was bedding down with her. But after seeing her crying in the alley, holding her, comforting her, something in him had changed. At the time the notion that he was falling in love with her had sprung into his head. Now he knew it was true. He loved her. And she was leaving. She’d be gone right after Christmas, she’d told him. Carson didn’t remember a time when he so assuredly did not want Christmas to arrive.

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