Muriel Jensen - The Man Under The Mistletoe

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'Tis the season of hope…Rosie DeMarco is finally climbing out of the grief that locked her heart. Her brother, father and unborn baby died in the span of a week. And no one–not even her husband, Matt–could reach Rosie as she withdrew into darkness. But as her sister's Christmas wedding draws near, she's forced to face Matt again…eighteen months after he walked away.Matt knows he had to leave. The secret he carried would devastate Rosie. But now someone is out to kill his wife, and Matt wonders if it's time to reveal all. He can't bring back the people she loves, but maybe he can give her the gift of hope…and love's ability to heal.

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“It’s time to look at things from a new perspective.”

“A lot of time has passed,” Rosie agreed coolly, “but my perspective remains the same. I lost my brother, my father and our baby in the space of a week, and you…” The anger turned to pain for an instant, but she tossed her head, seeming to shake it off. Being angry at him was apparently more comfortable than hurting. “You left me.”

“You drove me away,” Matt corrected.

“I had lost…three of the most important people in my life!” Her voice rose. “Did you expect me to be the same perky little debutante you married?”

“Of course not. I just wanted you to remember that I was there to offer support, comfort, a way back. But you didn’t want to come back.”

Dear Reader,

I’m a great lover of Christmas and all the warm and cozy rituals that surround it. This story incorporates them, but against a backdrop of old grief, the threat of danger and a husband and wife who loved each other more than anything until tragedy drove a wedge between them.

Even against those odds, love conquers all. And when this happens at Christmas, emotions are heightened and the joy is even greater.

Read all about it!

Happy holidays!

Muriel Jensen

The Man under the Mistletoe

Muriel Jensen

www.millsandboon.co.uk

In loving memory of my brother, Matthew Charbonneau,

called home much too soon. I will always remember kitchen

chairs lined up in a row as we played Rocky Jones,

Space Ranger; Necco Wafers candies used for

Holy Communion when we played Mass; and, when I was

eight and he was twelve, flying down the Dean Street hill

on the handlebars of his bike in complete confidence that

he would get us safely to the bottom. Love you, Mattie.

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

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

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

PROLOGUE

ROSIE DEMARCO SAT opposite Jackie Whitcomb at a table for four in the Breakfast Barn’s meeting room. The restaurant was the heartbeat of Maple Hill in western Massachusetts. In this first week of December, a waitress and two busboys were hanging paper snowflakes from the light fixtures.

Also at their table were Molly Bowers, a florist, and Adam Bello, who owned Bello Automobile Agency.

“So that’s about it, Jackie.” Rosie pushed away her half-empty plate and consulted her notes one more time. “Maple Hill’s Industrial Growth Committee is officially reactivated, and all because Molly and Adam and I were at the same table at the fall festival dinner and got to talking about the health of business in this town. Molly has served on the committee before, but this is Adam’s first time.”

Adam smiled enthusiastically. He was young and personable. “We could use a little clean industry here to bring in jobs and give us more to depend on than tourism.”

Jackie, Maple Hill’s mayor and a descendant of one of the town’s founding families, was a lively redhead with a genuine devotion to the community. She spread her hands, her smile taking in everyone at the table. “That’s great news. And you think Tolliver Textiles is willing to try us again?”

Rosie nodded. The company had been considering a move to Maple Hill from Boston two years ago, but circumstances had conspired to defeat the plan.

“I spoke to the new president of the company yesterday,” Rosie told her. “They’d moved to a temporary space in an old mill on the Charles River when the last deal fell apart. He’s anxious to get out of there, but we both agreed that the holiday season is a bad time to talk about it. Everyone is too busy. He’s coming to Maple Hill right after the new year to talk to us in person.”

“And we have a new location for him to consider,” Molly said. She was a full-figured blonde in her mid-fifties who, not surprisingly, always smelled of flowers. “There won’t be any environmental surprises like the last time when we discovered a heron rookery that was missed on the impact statement. I wish Dennis Sorrento could join us again, but he’s had a few health problems and he’s trying to scale back.”

Dennis was a pharmacist who’d been an important part of the committee’s first incarnation.

“That’s too bad,” Jackie replied. “But you sound as though you have a good handle on what you’re doing, Rosie. Maple Hill has a reputation for sound business while maintaining its beautiful surroundings. Just keep that in mind.”

Rosie nodded. “Haley’s joined the committee, but she can’t meet with us until January. She has her hands full with the special holiday-shopping edition. A good thing for the publisher of the Maple Hill Mirror, but not necessarily for the wife of a busy lawyer and the mother of a toddler.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “My niece is a wild child.” Jackie was Haley Megrath’s sister-in-law, and little Henrietta’s aunt and godmother.

“I’ve seen her in action.” Rosie reached into her purse for her wallet. “But my point was that with Haley on board, we’ll be secure in the knowledge that our every move will be monitored.” Haley was famous for taking on anything or anyone she considered a threat to Maple Hill financially, ecologically or in any way at all.

“Well.” Jackie consulted the bill and took out her own wallet. “Your committee has my blessing. Keep me informed.”

“We will.” Rosie glanced at her watch, then smiled at her companions. “I’ve got to go back to my shop. Last fitting on my sister’s wedding dress this afternoon.”

As the group stood to go their separate ways, the lone occupant of a corner booth watched in angry disappointment and thought, So Rosie chose to ignore my warning. Something will have to be done….

CHAPTER ONE

ROSIE FLUFFED the tea-length hem of her younger sister’s wedding dress and stepped back to get the full effect. One hand on the louvered door of the dressing room, she assessed the lace draped over Francie’s impressive bosom, cinching her slender arms and tiny waist, fluttering around her ankles as she did a turn.

With Francie’s blue hair and pierced eyebrow, she was hardly an ad for Vera Wang, but she did sparkle. And she looked happy.

“The alterations are perfect,” Rosie said. “The dress is as beautiful on you as we knew it would be. What do you think of the muff?” A soft, faux-fur material, it matched the band of the hat she’d chosen. “Gives it all a Christmassy look, don’t you think?”

Francie nodded at Rosie’s reflection in the mirror. “I love it. Mom?”

Sonja Erickson, “Sonny” to friends and family, squeezed into a corner of the built-in bench, looked as though she had an appointment for cocktails at the Polo Lounge even though she was three thousand miles away in a tiny dressing room in snowy Maple Hill, Massachusetts.

The light blue gaze she cast over the dress revealed nothing. Then she sighed—a sign that she knew her opinion wouldn’t be well received so she would keep it to herself. “It’s very pretty,” she said. “Very pretty.”

Francie closed her eyes—a sign that after twenty-three years of dealing with her mother’s criticism, she still let it get to her.

Rosie tried to distract Francie by reaching for the veiled hat she’d selected to go with the dress, but she was too late.

“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Francie demanded, turning with a swoosh of taffeta to glare at her mother. “I told you it’s staying blue. Deal with it, Mom!”

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