Vicki Thompson - A Last Chance Christmas

“And you’re worried about how that turned out.”

“Yes. I thought we’d all be better off knowing the truth, but now I’m not so sure.”

Ben sighed. “Well, I don’t have any advice. My knowledge of family dynamics is sadly lacking.”

“Why?”

He met her gaze and smiled. “I should have known you’d ask that. Which means I shouldn’t have made the remark in the first place. Sorry. I’d rather not get into it right now.”

Although his tone was friendly and he was doing his best to be polite, she felt a brick wall go up. She couldn’t blame him. They’d met a few hours ago. Just because she’d blabbed some of her family information didn’t mean that he’d want to do the same. “That’s fine. Let’s switch topics.”

He polished off the last of his coffee. “To what?”

“The saddle you brought here. Where is it?”

He laughed. “You know, I’ve only been around you for a little while, but somehow I knew you’d ask that question. Now that you know about the saddle, its whereabouts is driving you nuts, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I guess I can trust you.”

“You can. I wouldn’t ruin this surprise for anything.”

“It’s in the far back corner of the tractor barn under a blanket.”

“Who’s seen it?”

“Jack, Gabe and Nick. That’s it.”

She gave him her most winsome smile, the one even her brothers had never been able to resist. “Please take me out there. I want to see it, too.”

5

BEN SHOULD HAVE seen this coming. Molly was the most inquisitive woman he’d ever run across, and now that she’d learned about the secret present for Sarah, of course she’d want to see it. She’d want to be one of the privileged few who knew what was coming when the saddle was presented tomorrow evening.

And the fact of the matter was, he wanted to show it to her. He was proud of that saddle and after all three Chance brothers had given it a thumbs-up, he felt pretty confident that Molly would like it, too. Still, he needed to think of the logistics.

He considered what they’d have to go through. “It’s damned cold out there. I’m sure the temperature’s dropped considerably since I was out, and it was freezing, then.”

“I know. We’ll bundle up and go fast.”

“It’s snowing.”

“Not very hard. A few flakes. The shoveled paths should still be fine if we go right away. Please?”

That smile of hers was something. It made her eyes light up and put a cute little dimple in her left cheek. He felt like kissing her, but her glasses would be in the way so he didn’t act on the impulse. Besides, she’d asked him to take her out to see his saddle, not kiss her.

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