Cathy Thacker - The Texas Christmas Gift

The Gift Of Love

A home for the holidays—that’s a pretty tall order, with Christmas only a few weeks away. But venture capitalist and single father Derek McCabe never takes no for an answer. And he’s certain that Eve Loughlin is just the Realtor to find a house for him and his young daughter.

Derek needs more than shelter, though. Being with Eve makes him aware of all he’s missing: love, companionship and a beautiful woman to share his life. Eve is all business, but there’s no denying the attraction that keeps bringing them together long after the contract is signed. Derek knows just what he wants. Can he get past that cool exterior and make her his own Christmas Eve?

Eve stiffened, unsure just how close to him she was ready to be.

“Okay,” she said with another shrug and a lift of her chin. “Then tell me about you.”

His blue eyes warming affectionately, he easily rose to her challenge. “I think Christmas is a magical time of year.”

“Because?” Eve prodded.

“The holiday opens up people’s hearts and brings them together in ways they often aren’t the rest of the year.” Derek paused and gave her another long, telling look. “Christmas makes all things seem possible.”

It was certainly making this seem possible, Eve thought, aware she barely knew him and already she felt as if they were a couple. Eve studied him right back. “You really are romantic, deep down.”

To her satisfaction, he did not even try to deny it.

“What does Christmas mean to you?” he continued.

He’d been remarkably honest. Eve knew she should be, too. Struggling to put her feelings into words, she raked her teeth across her lower lip. “I think it’s great if you have a big happy family, like you apparently do.”

Once again, he seemed to intuit all she wasn’t saying. “But otherwise?” Derek tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Eve appreciated the tender feeling of his fingers against her skin. “It can be—it has been—the loneliest time of the year for me.”

Derek smiled and dropped his hand. “Then it’s time that changed.”

Dear Reader,

The holidays are an emotional time of year. For some of us, deeply so. Eve Loughlin has never experienced the true joy of Christmas. She has accepted that for her, and her family, this is just the way it is. Yet she still feels a pang when December rolls around and she sees the giddy excitement of those around her.

Derek McCabe grew up with all the advantages. For him, Christmas was a time when family abounded and dreams came true. Yet now, as a divorced dad, he worries he will not be able to provide his baby girl with the same happiness he experienced.

Eve is ready to help Derek find the perfect home in which to raise his daughter. She doesn’t expect, however, in this season of miracles, to find such bliss of her own. And when she does, she can’t help but wonder if such unexpected happiness will last.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. For more information on this and other titles, please visit me on Facebook and at www.cathygillenthacker.com.

Happy holidays,

Cathy Gillen Thacker

The Texas Christmas Gift

Cathy Gillen Thacker

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cathy Gillen Thacker is married and a mother of three. She and her husband spent eighteen years in Texas and now reside in North Carolina. Her mysteries, romantic comedies and heartwarming family stories have made numerous appearances on bestseller lists, but her best reward, she says, is knowing one of her books made someone’s day a little brighter. A popular Mills & Boon author for many years, she loves telling passionate stories with happy endings, and thinks nothing beats a good romance and a hot cup of tea! You can visit Cathy’s website at www.cathygillenthacker.comfor more information on her upcoming and previously published books, recipes and a list of her favorite things.

This book is dedicated to Grant James Thacker,

the best little brother two sisters could ever have.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Excerpt

Chapter One

“Derek McCabe is still on the phone?” the office manager asked.

In her private office, no less. Doing her best to curtail her irritation, Eve Loughlin smiled. “Yep.”

Sasha handed her a beautiful red poinsettia from a grateful client. “Well, at least he’s easy on the eyes.”

Worse, Eve thought, hazarding a glance through the glass door, the amazingly successful venture capitalist had to know it. With his dark brown hair, ruggedly chiseled face and mesmerizing blue eyes, he was handsome enough to stop traffic. His broad-shouldered, six-foot-three-inch frame, currently garbed in an elegant, dark gray suit, made him even more of a catch. If she’d been looking. She wasn’t.

Luckily, at that moment his call ended.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Eve squared her shoulders and walked back into her office.

“Sorry about that,” Derek said. “I’m investing in a technology company. There were some last-minute details to work out.”

“I understand,” Eve replied. Even though she didn’t. Why did Loughlin Realty’s well-heeled clients think their time was somehow more valuable than the agents they employed to buy and sell their houses?

She set the plant on her credenza, next to several other gift baskets and a ribbon-wrapped bottle of champagne, then returned to her desk. “So back to where we were,” she continued crisply. Which hadn’t been far, given the fact that Derek had taken the call on his cell thirty seconds after he had walked in. “Have you had time to answer the questionnaire I emailed you?”

He shook his head and lowered himself into a chair in front of her desk. “We don’t need to bother with that.”

Of course they didn’t, Eve thought with mounting frustration. She settled into her ergonomically designed swivel chair.

“I know exactly what I’m looking for,” he stated amiably.

Eve picked up her notepad and pen. “Then suppose you tell me.”

“I want a home in Highland Park, preferably on or near Crescent Avenue. I’d like to pay between seven and eight million for it. It must have at least three bedrooms and two baths. There’ll be no need for bank financing, as I plan to pay cash.” He paused, allowing her to catch up. “I’d also like to close next week and take possession immediately.”

Eve finished writing and looked into the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. “I gather this is just an investment?”

“Much more, actually.” His sensual lips lifted into an easy grin. “I plan to live there with my daughter.” Affection laced his low voice. “So if you could just find something and let me know...” He glanced at his phone again, which was chiming quietly, then rose as if to leave.

Eve stood and moved around her desk. Because of the eight-inch difference in their heights, which was modified only slightly by her three-inch heels, she had to tilt her head to look up at him. “When will you be available to look at properties?” she asked, knowing from experience that he was going to be one of those demanding clients who didn’t want to waste an instant.

Derek grimaced. He shoved back the edges of his suit jacket, the impatient action briefly diverting her gaze to his flat abs and lean hips. “I only want to look at one.”

Lifting her chin, Eve studied him for a long beat. She couldn’t help wondering if the sexy venture capitalist was this way with everyone he hired. Or just the nonessential personnel? “You expect me to choose your home?” she asked drily.