A Soldier for Christmas

“No, not out. No. Of course not.” He held up his free hand, as if he were innocent. Completely guilt-free.

“That’s good, because I don’t date anymore. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, because I’m not looking for a date. I was asking you to help me out.”

“As if a big strong soldier like you needs any help at all?”

“Sure. I need a favor. I’m a lonely marine.”

“A lonely marine?” Oh, she was so not fooled.

“Sure. It’s only dinner.” Amusement quirked the left side of his mouth. “C’mon, you gotta eat.”

“True, but you probably have better things to do on a Friday evening.”

“I can’t think of one.”

It’s gotta be the uniform, she told herself as she assessed him carefully. “They must not let you out much if you think sharing my dinner break is your best option.”

“What can I say? I could use a friend. How about it?”

Kelly’s heart twisted hard. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his steady gaze. He meant those words. How could she say no? She knew a thing or two about wanting a friend. “You’ve got a deal.”

“Excellent. How do you like your hamburger?”

“With cheese and mayo, no onions and tomatoes.”

“I’ll be back in an hour. Thanks, Kelly. I’m glad I ran into you.”

“I’m glad, too.”

He was military-strong and nice. What a combo. She couldn’t help liking him. Who wouldn’t?

She watched him stride away, cutting through the long rays of sunlight and disappearing into the glare. She couldn’t help the little sigh that escaped her. The bell jingled and the door swished shut and he was gone.

The dying embers in her heart ached. Be careful, she warned herself, holding on tight to her common sense. A man like Mitch could make her want to believe. And it was the wanting that got her into trouble every time—the longing to belong, to be loved, to know that soft comfort of a loving marriage and family.

“Hey, who was that?” Back from her run to the bank, Katherine, Spence’s sister, swished behind the counter. “He looked like a very nice, very solid, very fine young man.”

“Oh, that was just a customer.”

“No, he was trying to ask you out. I happened to overhear. Accidentally, of course.” Katherine leaned against her closed office door, looking as if she’d just received the best news.

That was Katherine. Always wishing for happy endings for other people. “It’s not how it looks. We’re just friends.”

“Right, well, that’s the best way to start out. You never know what will develop from there. I’m saying prayers for you. No one deserves a happy ending more than you.”

“There are no such things as happy endings.” Kelly knew that for an absolute fact. “This isn’t a fairy tale. He’s only in town for a little while.”

“You just never know what the Lord has in store for you. It wasn’t fair what happened with Joe.”

She had to go and mention it. Kelly swallowed hard, wrestling down painful memories—the weight of them heavy on her heart, along with too many regrets. Too many failures. “Life is like that. It’s not fair.”

“No, but in the end, good things happen to good people. I believe that.” Katherine breezed into her office, sure of her view of the world.

Kelly didn’t have the heart to believe. She could not let herself dream. Not even the tiniest of wishes. She was no longer a girl who believed in fairy tales, but a grown woman who kept her feet on the ground.

She had no faith left for dreaming.

Chapter Three

“I think it’s gonna be a quiet Friday night.” Spence emerged from one of the fiction aisles with a book in hand. “How’s the studying coming?”

“I’m less confused, I think. I haven’t taken math since high school and I’ve forgotten just about everything but the basics.”

“That’s why I use a calculator.” Spence nodded toward the front windows. “The soldier who was in here earlier? He’s back.”

“He is?” It took all her effort to sound unaffected. She turned slowly toward the front, as if she hadn’t been of two minds about their upcoming dinner. She squinted through the harsh sunshine that haloed the wide-shouldered man.

She recognized the silhouette striding away from a dusty Jeep, carrying a big take-out bag and a cardboard drink carrier in one hand. The light gave him a golden glow, and he was all might and strength and integrity. She remembered what he’d said about needing a friend. It had to be a lonely life he’d chosen.

Spence cleared his throat. “I’m glad you’re dating again.”

Heat crept up her face. She busily set the alarm on her watch, so she wouldn’t go over her allotted break time. “It isn’t like that, Spence. Really.”

“Okay.” Like Katherine, he didn’t sound as if he believed her. “Go ahead. Have a nice time.”

It was Mitch. How could she not have a nice visit? As he strode her way, she beat him to the door. His welcoming smile was lopsided and friendly—definitely a smile that could make a girl dream. “I’m free for half an hour.”

“I’m glad they loosened the chains.” His shadow fell across her, covering her completely. “Wanna eat across the street? I saw a couple of tables and benches. Okay?”

“Sure. I eat over there all the time.”

Walking at his side, she realized that he was bigger and taller than she had thought. He was a big powerful bear of a guy, his field boots thudding against the pavement. She felt safe with him. Comfortable. “Isn’t Montana a little landlocked for a marine?”

“It would be, if I worked on a ship. That would be navy.”

“But you’re training at the army base?”

“I’m doing some advanced mountaineering. They train their Rangers there, and they’re letting my platoon climb around on their rocks.”

“Advanced mountaineering. That sounds serious.”

“We’re doing tactical stuff while we’re climbing,” he explained with a shrug.

“You must be pretty good.”

“I haven’t fallen yet.”