Christmas is a busy time in the church calendar, and Pastor Carson Armitage still trying to find his feet in his first job as an ordained minister. When he decides to organize a nativity for Christmas Eve, he employs the help of Maggie Turner, Sunday school teacher extraordinaire. She’s dedicated, smart and beautifu; and Carson finds himself falling for her. But when his past comes back to haunt him in a big way, Christmas may not be so merry.
Can the past be laid to rest? Or is happily ever after only a fairytale?
Can the past be laid to rest? Or is happily ever after only a fairytale?
Extract:
Carson headed across the hall
to the lady that Trudi had pointed out. Too late he realized he didn’t know if
she were a Miss or a Mrs. And after last time, he wasn’t going to call anyone
Ms. Well, whatever her title, she was a stunning woman. Perhaps she was a
little on the willowy side, but with curves in all the right places.
She looked familiar. He’d seen
her before. Well, obviously. In church on
a Sunday he chided himself.
Carson sneaked a look at her
left hand as she draped her coat over the back of a chair. “Miss Turner?”
She turned and looked at him.
“Yes?”
He held out a hand, her voice
familiar, but he was sure he hadn’t spoken to her before today. “I’m Carson
Armitage. I understand you organize and teach the Sunday School classes for the
children.”
Her eyes flickered for a
moment. He could almost see her mind whirling as if trying to place him. Just
like the way his mind was trying to work out where he’d seen and heard her
before. And it wasn’t from church either. It was somewhere else.
“Yes, I do. It means missing
the service each Sunday morning, but I try to make the evening ones.”
“That’s good to hear.” He
paused. “This is going to sound really corny, but have we met?”
“You have a dog,” she said
absently. “I’ve seen you in the park. You’re Mr. Border Collie.”
Of course. The blonde woman
who was so upset earlier that afternoon. “Miss Sheltie. But it’s more than
that. I’m sure I’ve heard your voice before. Have we spoken on the phone or
something like that?”
His voice died in his throat.
That was it.
Color flooded her face. Had
she made the connection at the same instant he had? “Oh, no. Please tell me I
didn’t ring you this afternoon by mistake.”
“I wish I could, but, yes, I’m
afraid you rang the church office and I answered the phone.”
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