This Holiday Magic: A Gift from the Heart / Mine by Christmas / A Family for Christmas

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 1 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

A Gift From the Heart (#ulink_780e98a8-6e39-5c51-903d-81d41fd677fc)

Celeste O. Norfleet

To Fate & Fortune

Chapter 1 (#ulink_eeca3390-c4fe-5443-85d0-88420b325ee4)

“Hey, girl, you were supposed to call me when you got home.”

“I didn’t call because I’m not home yet.”

“What? Where are you?”

Janelle Truman shifted her cell phone to her other ear as she tugged and pulled the collar of her cashmere coat up around her neck. “I’m in a cab. I just left the airport.”

“Are you kidding me? Your flight landed almost three and a half hours ago. Why are you just now leaving the airport?”

“Nya, it’s Sunday night, three days before Christmas. The security lines are outrageous and Customs took way longer than I expected.”

“See, none of this would have happened if you’d just listened to me. I told you I had a friend headed this way from Dubai. He could have easily picked you up in Tanzania, no problem. You would have cleared Customs while sitting on his private plane, sipping champagne and singing Christmas carols. All you had to do was...”

Janelle sighed and rolled her eyes. This was the last thing she needed right now. After an eighteen-hour double shift at the small medical center just outside of Dodoma and then traveling for the past twenty-six hours in every kind of vehicle imaginable, she didn’t need a lecture from her stepsister.

Granted, Nya Kent, with her father’s money and infinite resources and her own vast connections, was Janelle’s go-to person for any problem that needed to be solved, but right now she was a nagging pain.

“...and that would be it. But you never listen to me.”

“There’s a reason for that, Nya, but right now I’m way too tired to argue with you.”

“You’re right—get some rest. We’ll talk over lunch tomorrow. You can tell me everything.”

“Lunch tomorrow,” Janelle repeated.

“Well, of course. You didn’t think I’d forget our annual pre-Christmas lunch, did you? Unfortunately, Mia can’t make it this year with the baby, but I’m flying down in the morning. You don’t seriously think I’m not gonna see my big sister after she’s been hiding in Africa for the past two and a half years? We have a lunch reservation at the Chesterfield for twelve o’clock.”

“I didn’t know they were open for lunch.”

“They’re not,” Nya said nonchalantly. “You see, I have this friend who...”

Janelle shook her head. She’d learned long ago that Nya had an uncanny ability to make things happen that others would find nearly impossible. “I’m too tired to ask how you got them to open for lunch. And, for your information, I haven’t been hiding in Africa. I’ve been opening and working in a children’s relief clinic. Medics International is an extremely important organization. Their work is vital and I was lucky to help them.”

“Like I said, we’ll talk about it tomorrow over lunch. It’s just a shame Mia won’t be able to join us. Apparently our darling little nephew has been keeping her awake day and night. Hey, you’re a pediatrician. Can’t you do something to help?”

“No, Nya, I can’t. He’s a baby. That’s what they do.” She shivered and tugged at her collar again. “Man, I’m freezing.”

“Of course you’re freezing—it’s winter in Baltimore. You have to reacclimatize your body to this weather. You’ve been hiding in the middle of the Serengeti desert for too long.”

“I was not hiding,” Janelle insisted.

“Two words. Tyson Croft.”

Janelle stilled at Nya’s words. Two words, one name—that was all it took to spin her world around all over again. She gripped her collar tighter and tensed as her heart trembled. Then she released a long-held breath. “For the last time, I was not hiding, and Tyson Croft had nothing to do with my going to Africa,” Janelle emphasized.

Nya laughed. “Okay, okay, but remember, Janelle—I know you, and I was there. Two and a half years ago you and Tyson had the epic romance of the century. When he walked away, you went all the way to Africa to forget him. Tell me, did it work? Are you over him?”

“Yes,” Janelle said too quickly.

“We’ll see,” Nya said. “And we’ll talk about it...” she began.

“I know. I know.” Janelle yawned loudly “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Nya interrupted her yawning. “Girl, you really do sound tired.”

“Tired isn’t the word. I’m worn-out, beat-down, bone-weary exhausted, and on top of that, I’m already beginning to experience symptoms of jet lag from the multiple time-zone changes. My focus is near zero and all I can think about is crawling into my own bed and sleeping for the next few hours.”

“Well, I’m just happy you’re home. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“And you’re really finished with Medics International?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m done. Five months working all over Africa, five months in Tanzania, seven months in Kenya, six months in Ethiopia and another six months back in Tanzania is enough. The experience was invaluable. As a pediatrician there I learned more in the past few years than in all my years of medical school. But it’s time to move on and come home. I just have to give my formal notice.”

“Good. All right, get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, good night.”