Deb Kastner - The Doctor's Secret Son

Delia wished it was as easily done as it was said, but she didn’t have any more time to think about it because they’d pulled into the community center parking lot. The place was teeming with cars and trucks—mostly trucks, given that the majority of Serendipity’s population were ranchers. It looked like everyone in town was here, but then, that was what Delia had expected.

The neighborly, unhurried pace of small-town life was nothing like the frantic, high-octane life she’d been living for the past ten years. And she was somewhat surprised to find she’d missed Serendipity, where a function as run-of-the-mill as the annual Christmas party was the biggest news in town.

As Riley stepped out of the car, he hesitated and glanced at Delia for reassurance. She took a deep breath and smiled at him.

She could use a little encouragement herself. Her stomach was churning uncomfortably as her emotions alternated between nervousness about and anticipation of the night ahead.

“Ready?” she asked as she slid her arm around Riley’s shoulders.

He looked up at her and nodded. Her little man. So very brave, putting on a strong game face for his mother’s sake.

“We’ll just stick together, you and I,” she assured him. “We’re a team. Just like we’ve always been.”

They were accosted by Delia’s old friends the moment they walked through the door. The first to see them was Alexis, who was, naturally, already in the company of Mary and Samantha; apparently, they’d been watching for her.

“Delia,” Alexis squealed, darting forward across the crowded room. Her friends flanked her as they approached, making at least as much noise as Alexis.

Delia’s grip tightened on Riley and she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “These are the women I told you about. The Little Chicks. My friends from high school. Don’t let them frighten you with their prattle.”

Riley rolled his eyes.

“Mom,” he protested.

“And who is this?” Alexis asked because she was the first to make it to Delia’s side.

“This,” Delia answered proudly, “is my son, Riley.”

All three women started talking at once, addressing questions and exclamations not only to Delia but to Riley, as well. Delia couldn’t even tell who was asking what, and she could only imagine how Riley felt.

“How old is he?”

“He’s absolutely adorable!”

“He looks just like you, Delia.”

“You’ve been holding out on us. How come you never told anyone that you have a son?”

Delia held up her hands and chuckled. “One question at a time, please. I may be used to your chattering, but you’re going to overwhelm the poor kid.”

A couple of boys around Riley’s age dashed right through the middle of the group, and Riley’s eyes lit up with interest. He fidgeted from one foot to the other and looked longingly across the room to where the boys were now swiping sugar cookies from the buffet table.

“Go,” Delia said, even though Riley hadn’t asked. “Meet some new friends.”

“What about you, Mom?”

It warmed Delia’s heart to see how concerned her boy was for her. “I’ll be fine. These ladies are my friends, remember?”

Riley grinned and took off at about the same speed the other boys had been going, somewhere around Mach 3. Delia smiled as she watched him approach the other children. In moments they were all talking and wrestling together as if they’d known each other for years.

Samantha linked arms with Delia and drew her into a corner where it was a little less crowded.

“Dish, girlfriend,” she ordered. “And don’t leave out any details.”

Mary and Alexis had followed, and they both leaned in to hear Delia’s explanation, which she did owe them. They were her best friends, and she’d said nothing about Riley to them. She felt bad about that, although it had seemed the best solution at the time.

But she couldn’t share the whole truth with her friends. Not yet.

Delia looked around the room, searching for that one familiar face, but she didn’t see Zach anywhere. For the tiniest moment, it occurred to her that he might skip the party because he knew she’d be there, but she didn’t honestly believe that would happen. Zach was too strong willed to let a little thing like having to see an ex-girlfriend whom he happened to dislike stop him from going where he wanted and doing what he wanted.

“I’ll answer all your questions, girls. I promise,” she assured her friends. “But first things first. Have any of you seen Zach around here? His parents greeted me when I first entered the room, but I’ve seen no sign of him.”

“Zach?” Alexis repeated as her eyes suddenly flooded with suspicion. Her glance flitted to Mary and Samantha, and then back to Delia again.

“Yes,” Delia continued. “He’ll be here tonight, right?”

“Of course he will,” Samantha said. “Didn’t anyone tell you? I thought for sure you would already know. Zach is the one playing—”

A deep voice cut off whatever it had been that she was going to say.

“Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!”

Chapter Five

Zach’s ho, ho, ho nearly turned into out-and-out laughter when he saw the surprised look on Delia’s face. Clearly no one had informed her that he’d be the one playing Santa Claus. He immediately decided it had been worth being stuffed into the uncomfortably toasty suit just to be able to see her stunned expression. Her jaw actually dropped.

His eyes met hers and his breath caught in his throat. He wondered if it would always be this way—the current of electricity that zapped him every time he saw her.

Did she feel it, too?

Delia was the first to break away, her gaze flittering somewhere over his left shoulder as if she were looking for someone. Her initial stunned expression vanished as concern worried her brow and set her full, heart shaped lips into a frown.

Curious, he turned in the direction she was looking, but he didn’t see anything or anyone in particular that stood out at him. People of all ages were milling everywhere.

Zach’s Santa laughter had captured the attention of the children in the room and before he knew it, he was surrounded by little ones clamoring for the opportunity to speak with him and tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

A few older boys were wrestling nearby, trying to look like they didn’t have much interest in Santa Claus, but Zach knew better. By the end of the evening they’d all be leaving with one of the gifts he had wrapped and stored in his bag.

Preteen girls huddled in a group and twittered with laughter, reminding him of the Little Chicks, of which Delia had been a part. While the ladies were all grown up now, they were at this moment, with the exception of Delia, clustered together speaking in high tones that still sounded like a flock of birds.

“Ho, ho, ho,” he said again in as deep and rich a booming bass as he was able. Santa Claus had a Texas accent. Well, this Santa surely did. “Who wants to hear a very special story?”

The children knew what to expect next, and they followed Zach to the middle of the large room, where he pulled up a chair and waited for everyone to seat themselves on the floor in a circle around him. The older boys and girls sat among the smaller children, and even the adults drew near to listen to the most holy story of the birth of Christ.

Zach opened the Bible he’d brought with him and silently waited for the ruckus to die down and for the anticipation in the room to build. He wasn’t much of a reader, especially not out loud and to a crowd; but this night was his one exception to the rule.

Unconsciously, his gaze searched for Delia, finding her at the outskirts of the circle with her arm around a gangly black-haired young boy as she bent her head to whisper in his ear. Zach had never seen the kid before. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.