Kade hadn’t been this tongue-tied since he was fourteen and his sister’s sixteen-year-old friend had kissed him at a birthday party. Sophie B. was killing him—softly and sweetly, but killing him just the same.
When she’d managed to arm-twist him into serving cookies and wassail tonight at the publishing-house museum and talked about dressing for the part, he hadn’t expected her clothes to affect him. She was always pretty, but tonight she was a step back in time, a spectacular Victorian lady in long blue velvet. With her dark hair swept up and a tiny hat complete with black veil perched on her head, Sophie took his breath away.
“Wow,” he murmured when he could speak.
Her cheeks turned pink and her eyes sparkled above the high neckline and cameo broach. “I love dressing up for this.”
He glanced down at his pressed gray slacks and black shirt. Twenty minutes ago as he’d splashed on Cool Water cologne and checked the mirror, he’d thought he looked pretty good. But now he was plain vanilla to her blueberry supreme.
As he escorted her to his car her skirt swished against the side of his legs. “Are you going to be embarrassed with an ordinary guy from the twenty-first century?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m just glad you agreed to come.” She slid onto the passenger seat and tucked her heavy skirts with a feminine grace he found alluring. Chin tilted up toward him, she said, “You’re going to love the Victorian Walk, I promise.”
He held up a finger to stop the promise word, but dropped it again when she laughed. She’d made the promise on purpose to rile him. Nothing could rile him tonight. Nothing except his great-aunt, who’d made kissing noises when he told her he would be with Sophie. The old woman was incorrigible.
Ida June had also stirred the crazy thoughts he’d been fighting of late. Sophie B., her scent, her cookie-sweet voice, her gentle ways lingered in his head even when he was arguing with child protective services about Davey’s welfare.
Ida June was pushing him to adopt, but what kind of dad would he be? A messed-up, cynical cop who chafed at Christmas celebrations? Davey didn’t need that. Besides, Kade was single. A boy needed a mother. Which brought Kade back full circle to the woman in the passenger’s bucket seat.
He had feelings for her. Big-time. She didn’t deserve that, either.
“How long is our shift?” He put the car in Reverse and backed from her driveway. The engine rumbled, but he didn’t downshift and floor it to show off the powerful engine. Sophie wouldn’t be impressed.
“Only an hour. We’ll have a fun time, you’ll see.”
Forget Christmas. Forget cookies and wassail. He already was, he thought as he drove through the quiet, radiantly decorated neighborhoods toward town center.
Beside him Sophie chattered brightly, filling him in on local color, including a pretty cool story of the town’s founder.
“Redemption,” she said, “was born during the Land Run of 1889. One day this was nothing but prairie.” She made graceful gestures toward the landscape. “The next day, the population exploded with tents and wagons and makeshift structures that became a fledgling town.”
“Hard to imagine.”
“Exciting,” she said, sparkling like a jewel beneath the passing streetlights. “And meaningful, too. The man who founded the center of town and bought up claims to make the rest was Jonas Case.”
Kade glanced from the road to her, a pleasant tickle in his chest. “What’s meaningful about that?”
Not that he cared, but he liked hearing her enthusiastic recitation.
“Jonas Case squandered his youth as a gunslinger. Purportedly, a very efficient gunslinger.”
“My kind of man. Be good at what you do.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat. “You would have chased him down and arrested him.”
“Probably,” he said with a smirk.
“At some point, Jonas saw the error of his ways and gave his heart to the Lord. He stopped shooting people and began to preach.”
“He was still sending people to meet their maker, just in a different way.”
The comment had the effect he’d hoped for. Sophie’s laughter filtered over him like rays of June sun.
“I never thought of it that way, but you’re right. He was.” Skirts billowing over the console, she angled toward him. “Apparently, he had a hard time fitting in, even after he cleaned up his act. People shunned him because of his past.”
“Figures.”
“So he started Redemption for folks like himself. Outcasts, misfits, those looking for a place to belong, a place to start again in peace and acceptance.”
Kade had been enjoying the history lesson, but the parallels between his situation and the gunslinger’s hit close to home.
“I saw the scripture at the town well.”
“‘Come unto me, all you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest,’” she recited. “Jonas dug the well. He and others engraved the stone as a permanent reminder of why Redemption exists.”
Redemption. Kade ruminated on the word. Some men didn’t deserve Redemption. Maybe he was one of them.
He fell silent, but if Sophie noticed, she was determined to draw him into her celebratory mood.
When they reached the rambling old Newspaper Museum and exited the car, he spotted other ladies in Victorian dress, cowboys, pioneers, and thought he might as well join in. Anything for Sophie.
He offered his elbow. Sophie placed a gloved hand in the crook, a simple, unaffected action, but a fierce protective pride welled in Kade. He might not be a gunslinger, but he took care of his own.
He tugged her close to his side, smiled when she glanced up. Tonight she was with him.
Dangerous ground, a warning voice whispered.
He drew his imaginary six-gun and shot it down.
When they climbed the tall steps, the door swept open and a dapper gent in top hat and a long, fitted coat greeted them. Everyone knew Sophie. Or so it seemed.
“Good evening, sir. Miss Bartholomew,” the man said, doffing his hat.
“Evening, Mr. Martinelli.”
Sophie’s pretty curtsy and happy giggle tickled the inside of Kade’s chest.
“Are we in a time machine?” he murmured next to her sweet-smelling ear.
“Maybe.” Her eyes shone light gray, dappled blue and gold by the overhead light. “I told you Christmas in Redemption was fun.”
They entered a huge space lit by dozens of Christmas trees. The smell of wassail and pine hung in the air, thick and warm, a welcome respite from outdoors.
“Don’t you love those trees?” she asked, motioning with arms that rustled satin and velvet. “They’re hand-decorated, homemade, the way they would have been in the early days of Redemption.”
She led him to a stately pine adorned with lacy white crocheted figures and then to another heavy with spicy-smelling cookie ornaments.
“Don’t tell me you made this one?” he joked.
She sparkled at him. “I wish I’d thought of it.”
When she looked at him that way, he got lost. He was out of his element, as if his skin didn’t quite fit his bones. All these people, all this decency.
“Christmas was simpler then. More personal and caring, I think.” With one finger, Sophie tapped a glittery ball of glued yarn. “Someone’s hands took the time to make this. To fill this tree with love.”
Kade battled the usual cynical thoughts. Anything was more personal than mass-mailed ecards and mall Santas who charged to take a kid’s picture.
But Sophie didn’t deserve his bad attitude. Christmas did seem different here in Redemption. Sure, the town glittered and merchants hawked their sales like anywhere else, but there was something else here, too. Something better, gentler, more caring.
That was it, he thought as he watched a smiling teenager twirl a younger child in an impromptu dance. People cared.
It was enough to make a man want to celebrate.
He might even break down and buy a few presents.
Astonished at his thoughts, he let Sophie guide him through the enormous old building. They took a while because Sophie being Sophie greeted everyone along the way and introduced him until his head swam with names and faces he’d never remember.
“Good thing we came early,” he said after shaking hands with a firefighter named Zak and the local vet. He would remember those two. Nice guys.
“Can’t leave you a stranger,” she said, and he didn’t stop to wonder why it mattered.
Eventually they arrived at the far end of the room where a section of long tables spread down one wall. In the center a giant punch bowl steamed with what he assumed was wassail, although the smell was suspiciously like apple juice. On either side of the bowl, homemade cookies were piled high on giant platters.
“Fifth-grade cookies?” he asked, mostly joking.
“Some are. The town council bought twenty dozen and others are donated by local bakers. Aren’t they beautiful?”
“Can’t argue that.” The whole place was Christmas-beautiful, though not nearly as pretty as Sophie. She sparkled tonight, more glittery than any gilded ornament. “Let me taste test to be sure.”
She poked a cookie in his mouth.
He chewed and swallowed while she laughed at his surprise.
His heart did ridiculous things in his chest.
Whoa, boy. It’s only a cookie.
Right, and Sophie was only a woman.
She offered a ridiculously dainty cup of wassail to wash down the peanut butter. He sipped, wondering if he should stick out his pinky and make her laugh some more. He did and Sophie didn’t disappoint.
The wassail, however, did. Apple juice and spices. Was that what wassail was?
The trickle of revelers entering the building seemed more enchanted by the juice than he. He found himself dipping and doling nonstop.
Not that he was complaining. A man would be nuttier than he was not to enjoy a date with Sophie.
Together they chatted up the visitors and doled out refreshments. He hadn’t talked this much since the last time he’d been on the witness stand and some defense attorney had badgered him for hours. Tonight’s conversation was decidedly more pleasant.
Kade was getting into the spirit of the evening when Sophie’s principal appeared. Maybe Kade was imagining things, but he had a feeling old stiff-shirt Gruber didn’t like him much.
The feeling was mutual.
“McKendrick,” Gruber said stiffly, his glance quickly dismissing Kade in favor of Sophie. Kade couldn’t fault him for his taste. “Sophie.”
“Cookies and wassail, Biff?” she said with more courtesy than Kade felt. What was it about the principal that set his teeth on sandpaper?
“You look lovely tonight.”
“Thank you.” She dropped a curtsy. Kade wished she wouldn’t do that. Not for Gruber anyway. “I see you’re into the spirit of Christmas, as well.”
Did she have to be nice to everyone?
“Doing my part.” Gruber, the peacock, preened in a shiny gold vest. Sissy color, if you asked Kade. A watch chain—a fob—dangled from an inner pocket.
Peacock, Kade thought again, this time with more vehemence. Go play in traffic.
But Gruber wanted to linger. Imagine that? “We have a nice night for the festivities.”
Kade’s small, irritated noise brought a reproving glance from Sophie. He ignored her. Was Gruber a total idiot?
The temperature was freezing.
Painfully agreeable, Sophie said, “As nice as ever.”
Why didn’t she tell him to buzz off?
The overdressed peacock lingered longer, nibbling at a gingerbread man. He nibbled. Not bit. Not gobbled. Nibbled. Daintily. Like a girl. What kind of a man nibbled?
“Your class made these?” Gruber asked, one imperious eyebrow arched.
No, Kade thought sarcastically. Santa brought them in his sleigh so you could stand here and annoy the prettiest woman in the building.
But Sophie the diplomat said, “They did. Aren’t they delicious? We’ve made almost a thousand dollars profit so far.”
“Commendable,” the principal murmured with a smile as fake as his mustache. Kade had the juvenile urge to give it a yank.
Instead, he showed his teeth in something less than a smile. More like a dog about to bite. “I think someone over there is waving at you, Gruber.” Way over there. South of the Mexican border.
“Really?” Biff looked to Sophie, whose cheeks reddened and eyes bugged as though she wanted to laugh. When she managed a weak smile, he set his half-finished punch cup on the table and said with a hint of threat—at least, Kade took it that way—“Enjoy your evening, Sophie. We’ll discuss your project further on Monday.”
When he’d made a hasty exit, Sophie whirled toward Kade with a hiss of suppressed laughter. “I can’t believe you did that.”
He lifted a lazy shoulder. “Gone but not forgotten. The gone is all I cared about.”
“You’re terrible.” She whapped his arm for good measure.
He rubbed the spot. “Worse than terrible.”
She had no idea.
“I have to admit I’m glad he left,” she said. “He was acting a little odd tonight.”
“Only tonight?”
“Kade,” she admonished but she giggled, too.
All right, so he was jealous. Gruber made no secret of his admiration for Sophie. “He’s not going to give you grief at work, is he?”
Her inner light momentarily dimming, Sophie caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t think so.”
Kade saw the speck of worry. Old Biff might react like a peacock spurned and that would not be a good thing for Sophie.
A growl rumbled in his head. At Gruber and at himself. He should have kept his mouth shut.
He was glaring daggers at the faraway principal when a voice intruded.
“Lookey here, Popbottle,” a gravelly voice said. “Miss Sophie and Kade is serving up refreshments. I do believe I’ll have a taste.”
“Apple juice,” Kade muttered. “Be brave.”
GI Jack, looking as derelict as always, took the offered cup and then slipped a pair of cookies into his shirt pocket. Sophie handed him two more. “I thought you and Mr. Jones were caroling.”
“Oh, we are, Miss Sophie.” GI swigged the warm wassail and smacked his lips. “Loosening up the vocals.”
Popbottle Jones, in an ancient tuxedo and shiny top hat, spoke up. “Speaking of vocals, what is the latest word on young Davey? Has he seen the specialist yet?”
“Tuesday morning at nine we have an appointment in Oklahoma City. We’re hopeful.”
“Excellent. We’ll be praying for a positive outcome. Keep us apprised, will you, please?”
“Of course I will.” She handed GI another cup of wassail. Kade figured what the heck and handed over several more cookies. This brought a delighted smile to the old man’s grizzled face.
“I knew you were a good one the minute you hopped into that trash heap after Miss Sophie.” He chortled, spitting cookie crumbs. “Forty years ago, I woulda chased her myself.”
Sophie blushed. Kade laughed with the men. GI was simple but had a good heart.
Popbottle, the dignified half of the eccentric duo, set his cup on the table.
“Caroling commences in five minutes,” he said with a doff of his hat. “Thank you for the fine refreshments. Off we go.”
GI’s head bobbed twice. “Off we go.”
“Carolers?” Kade asked as he watched them join an assembled group in period dress.
“Wait until you hear them, Kade. Your doubt will disappear faster than cookies in GI’s pocket. Those two are quite the singers.”
He knew he shouldn’t be surprised at anything about GI and Popbottle, but singing? “No kidding?”
“GI Jack sings tenor, if you can imagine that, and Popbottle has a rich baritone. They’re really quite amazing.”
He watched her watching them and thought, You’re the amazing one.
“Do you sing?”
“A little,” she said. “Nothing special.”
He begged to differ. Everything about Sophie was special.
“What about you?”
“I can wrap my tonsils around a note or two.”
“Really?”
“Don’t look so surprised. Davey and Sheba think I’m pretty good.”
“You sing for them?”
He picked a cookie crumb from the lacy tablecloth, then replaced a few empty spaces with napkins loaded with cookies.
“Pick a little guitar, too.”
“That’s right. I remember seeing the guitar in your bedroom.”
“Sheba’s used to it. Stopped howling and covering her ears years ago. Davey wants to learn.”
“Guitar?”
He gave her a funny look but didn’t say the obvious. Davey couldn’t sing if he wanted to. “I showed him some chords.”
“Kade, I love this idea. Davey needs ways to express himself. You are a genius.”
“The wassail’s going to your head,” he said, both pleased and uncomfortable at her praise. He played guitar. He could carry a tune. So could half the population. Sharing his love of music was no big deal. It didn’t make him a hero. Heroes did the right thing. Whatever that was.
Someone came along just then and interrupted the conversation. The night wore on with cookies and wassail and cold air curling around his legs like an icy cat. The old wood floor was pretty but not too energy efficient.
Through the windows fronting the building, Kade could see a trolley car parked at the corner beneath the glow of lights. An occasional horse-drawn buggy clopped slowly down the cobblestone street. Peaceful, pretty, a time warp.
Carolers, Popbottle and GI among them, stood on the street corners, their Christmas sounds silenced by distance, but vapor clouds and glowing faces sang of joy.
They were sucking him in. Slowly. Surely. And he kind of liked the feeling.
“Have you ever seen anything so wonderful?” Sophie asked, seeing the direction of his gaze.
He turned to look into her glowing face, and he could honestly say, “Never.”
Sophie B. was more than wonderful. She was a gift he didn’t deserve. Like the town and this night, he felt her moving toward him, opening her generous heart to take him in.
A decent man would go ahead and fall in love with Sophie. He wondered anew how she’d managed to remain single this long. The man who won Sophie’s heart would have to be special. He’d have to recognize her for the treasure she was. A woman far above rubies.
There was nothing special about him.
He handed her a sugar cookie, more to stop his thoughts than anything. She bit and chewed, laughing with her lips sealed. Tiny crumbs scattered down her chin. He flicked them away with the tips of his fingers, glad for the excuse to touch her velvet skin.
Sophie sparkled up at him. “Our hour is almost up.”
“Yeah?” That surprised him. As she’d promised, he’d had a good time, mostly because of Sophie but not entirely. Redemption knew how to throw a party. “What now?”
He wasn’t ready to take her home.
She lifted a mutton-sleeved shoulder. “I’d like to see the living Christmas cards. Want to come?”
“Sure.” Even though he had no idea what a living Christmas card was, he helped her into her coat and escorted her down the steep steps to the street, proud to be the man at her side.
Cold air jammed his lungs. He shivered. “Brr.”
“Thankfully, there are plenty of stops along the way. All the stores are open. We can pop inside to get warm anytime.”
“Like now?”
“Tough Chicago boy.” She bumped against him with a grin and then tugged him toward the stoplight on the corner. “The best displays are on this side. If we get too cold, we can hop the trolley to see the rest.
He’d joked about the cold. With Sophie’s smile to warm him, he didn’t even feel the windchill.
They strolled the streets with the other Victorian walkers and stopped to peer at Christmas scenes behind the large display windows. In one, a motherly woman with an upswept hairdo played the piano while ringlet-haired girls competed in a game of jacks. Behind them a fireplace glowed. A cozy scene that set him to thinking about family.
A teenage vendor in knickers with a box hung around his neck ventured past.
“Hot peanuts,” he called. “One dollar. Get your hot peanuts.”
Kade fished in his pocket for a dollar and bought a bag, more for the experience and the warmth than the peanuts. And to see Sophie smile.
“You love this stuff, don’t you?” Kade asked, handing her the warm bag.
Sophie’s face, rosy from the cold, turned upward. “Peanuts or the walk?”
“All of it.”
“Yes,” she said, happily hugging herself. “I love it.”
With a catch in his chest, Kade gazed down into her lovely eyes and thought of how much he’d miss her if—no, when—he returned to Chicago.
He’d expected the pull toward home to increase with the boredom of living in a small community. It hadn’t.
He found her free hand and tucked it into his. Even in the fluffy, lined gloves, her fingers felt small and slender and feminine. A man could be a man with Sophie.
This was a dangerous thought, but tonight was all about pretend. Tomorrow was soon enough to remember all the reasons he didn’t belong here with someone like Sophie.
“Is that who I think it is?” Sophie asked when they’d gone barely a block.
An old-time lawman in long, Wyatt Earp duster and black hat strode toward them from the other end of the street, his spurs jingling. Kade blinked in amusement.
“Chief Rainmaker?” he asked when the man approached.
The normally smooth-shaven Jesse tweaked a fake handlebar mustache. “I’m under here. What do you think?”
Kade didn’t say what he was thinking. That the look was completely out of character for the staid, professional officer of the court. And he doubted a real criminal would take him seriously.
Sophie spoke up, beaming. “I like it, Jesse.”
“Let’s hope no one calls me out at high noon for a gunfight. My speed’s a little rusty.”
Kade had been to the shooting range with the chief. He might not be fast, but he was deadly. For a small-town cop, Jesse was first-rate.
“Did you get my email?” Kade asked.
“Haven’t had time today. You find something?”
“A few leads. I think you’re right, but I’ll need more time to investigate.”
Sophie lifted curious eyes to his. “Are you working for the police department on other cases?”
“I’ve convinced him to use his handy computer skills to chase down some information we need,” Rainmaker told her. “I hate computers.”
“Kade is wonderful at that kind of thing. Just look at the way he found Davey’s mother.”
The familiar regret tugged at him. “For all the good I accomplished.”
Sophie squeezed his hand. “You gave him closure. That’s a lot.”
“My office could use someone with his investigative skills and clearances,” the chief said. “We’re understaffed and underfunded, but I could squeeze some money out of the budget for a man like Kade.”
Kade shifted uncomfortably. He was doing Jesse a favor and feeling useful at the same time. But he wasn’t working. Not really. Not yet.
The idea of joining a small-town force had him wondering if he was ready to get back in the game. Finding Davey’s mother dead had been a blow, but in the end he’d felt better instead of worse. Granted, he’d phoned his shrink to talk things over. The first time in weeks. The shocked doc had made him realize he might be moving forward again.
Come to think of it, he’d slept most of last night and his only dreams had been of Sophie.
He exhaled a vapor cloud. Small-town life was supposed to be simpler, but things were getting more complicated by the minute.
At least for him.
Sophie crunched a salty peanut shell with her front teeth. All the heat had dissipated from the small paper bag, but Kade’s gesture continued to warm her heart. He was different tonight. Relaxed and almost happy. The Christmas spirit had overtaken him. How could anyone roam the festive streets of Redemption without being drawn into the mood?
She was always happy at Christmas, although she credited being with Kade for tonight’s extra burst of joy. She was in love, and regardless of the outcome, she would enjoy their time together.
She wondered at his reaction to Chief Rainmaker’s offer. He’d gone quiet, thoughtful. Was there a chance he’d remain in Redemption?
A horse-drawn carriage clip-clopped to a stop next to the sidewalk and a man climbed out. He reached back for the bustle-clad woman still inside. The woman laughed, threw her arms out wide and fell into the man’s embrace. He whirled her around in a circle before setting her feet on the sidewalk for a lingering kiss.
Sophie averted her gaze, pinched by uncharacteristic envy. She wanted to be loved.
A strong hand tugged at her elbow. “Let’s take the carriage home.”
She pivoted toward him. “But your car is here.”
“I can come back for it.”
Excitement fluttered. She wanted to. Badly. “It’s not too sensible, but...”
The corners of his mouth quivered. With eyes narrowed and a tad ornery, he said, “Live dangerously, Sophie. Ride with me.”
Her stomach nosedived. Live dangerously? He was teasing, she knew. The only danger when she was with him was from her own heart.
While she waited in anticipation, he spoke to the driver, handed over some bills and opened the carriage door. When Sophie started to climb inside, his hands came around her waist and he lifted her easily onto the step. She felt light and delicate and protected.
She scooted to the far side of the bench seat and Kade climbed in beside her. After straightening the heavy throw over their laps, all the while fighting down her billowy dress and making her giggle in the process, he tapped on the roof of the carriage. With a jingle of bells, the horse smoothly moved forward.
“How did women manage with all that?” He pushed again, playfully, at her voluminous skirts.
Sophie laughed softly. “I’m glad I’ll never have to find out.”
“I thought you liked dressing up.”
“I do. For one night a year. Every day would be a chore. Do you have any idea the amount of undergarments I have under this dress?” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t answer that.”
Kade’s laugh rang out, rich and real. To hear him laugh so freely was worth the slip of the tongue. “I’ll be a gentleman tonight and pretend I’m not thinking about your undergarments. Those layers must have driven men to distraction.”
“Kade!” Heat rushed up the sides of her neck. “Stop!”
He laughed again, dark eyes dancing in the passing glow of streetlamps and Christmas lights. Settling back for the gentle ride, he put an arm around her shoulders and snugged her closer.
“I’ll be good,” he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and enticing, “if you say so.”
“You better,” she said, pulse ticking away in her throat.
His lips grazed her ear and she sighed, snuggling into him. The carriage swayed to the rhythm of hoofbeats on concrete, a melody that matched her happy heart.
Being with Kade felt right in so many ways. Did he feel it, too? Or was he just a man saying sweet things to a gullible woman?
No, she didn’t believe that. Even though he was a man with a man’s feelings, Kade treated her with a respect and tenderness that made her feel more secure than she ever had. They could tease and flirt—and did—but Kade never crossed her invisible line.
As they rolled along, admiring the lights and Santas and Nativity displays, they made small talk. About the celebration. About Davey. About everything except the thing utmost in Sophie’s mind. The two of them.
“Look,” he said, his voice quiet, “it’s snowing.”
Sophie gave a delighted gasp and craned her neck toward the carriage window. “I love snow.”
“How did I guess? Miss Suzy Snowflake, Miss Christmas Eve loves snow. Imagine.” But she could tell he liked it, too.
They turned the last corner and headed down the street toward her house. She wished the time would stand still, that this night would never end, that she could spend forever with Kade, snuggled close in this carriage with the snow falling around them.
The carriage rattled into her driveway. A layer of snow, like powdered sugar on cake, sprinkled the dry grass of her front lawn. The rare sprinkling wouldn’t last, would likely be gone by morning, but for tonight nothing could be more perfect.
“Home,” Kade said.
She drew in a long satisfied breath. “I don’t want to get out.”
His gaze caught hers and he nodded. “I know.”
They remained there for long seconds inside the warm carriage that smelled of leather and Kade’s cologne.
She memorized him, the firm plane of his face, the tiny scar on his chin.
She wondered if he knew she loved him. And she was sorely tempted to blurt the words here and now.
Didn’t Dad say loving was always a good thing? Didn’t a person as wonderful as Kade deserve to know he was loved?
The driver opened the carriage door. Frosty wind blew snowflakes inside. “Step easy, Sophie. The concrete is a little icy.”
“I’ve got her,” Kade said.
The driver, a man she’d known since childhood, nodded and stepped aside. “I’ll wait here for you, sir.”
Kade alighted first and reached back for Sophie. She was tempted to leap into his arms the way the woman had done earlier, but considering the damp concrete and the risk of a fall, she refrained. Instead, she leaned forward and was thrilled when Kade grasped her waist and swept her out into his arms and against his chest.
“I saw that in a movie once,” he said, grinning down into her face. “Always wanted to try it.”
She giggled, hesitant to turn loose of his strong shoulders. “What did you think?”
“I think the old days had something on us modern folks. All these opportunities to hold a pretty girl. Who knew?”
He set her on her feet but didn’t turn her loose. Instead he slid an arm around her waist and led her to the front door. Snow swirled around them like wet feathers.
“This is beautiful,” she said, turning toward him and the falling snow. “Such a perfect ending to a special night.”
“The best I can remember.” His answer made her heart sing.
“Ever?” she asked.
“Ever.” Then he softly kissed her, the cold snow melting on their warm lips.
When the kiss ended, he cupped her cheek and smiled into her eyes. The urge to declare her love rose like a helium balloon, warm and beautiful. When she opened her mouth to say the words, Kade kissed her again.
Bells jingled as the horse in the driveway moved restlessly. With an embarrassed start, Sophie remembered the driver looking on.
“Your carriage awaits,” she said with a soft, breathless laugh.
Kade made a growling sound, but when she shivered, he took her key and unlocked the door. “Good night, Sophie.”
“Good night.” She started inside but stopped and turned. “Kade?”
He was still standing on the porch waiting until she was safely inside. A surge of love and hope welled up inside her.
“Christmas Eve is candlelight service at church. Will you and Davey go with me? It’s such a beautiful, reverent time.”
He blinked as though the question caught him off guard. Slowly, heartbreakingly, he shook his head. “Better not.”
She studied the troubled expression, the struggle going on behind his eyes, and wanted to argue, but a quiet voice inside held her protest in check.
Lips pressed together, the memory of his kiss still lingering, Sophie went inside and closed the door.