Christmas Gifts: Cinderella and the Cowboy / The Boss's Christmas Baby / Their Little Christmas Miracle

“How’s little Jenny?” Jack asked.

“Hungry.”

“Here, I’ll heat her bottle,” Jack said.

“Thanks, Jack.” She took a seat at the table and talked to Jenny. Brady pressed against his mother.

“Can she talk yet?” Brady asked.

“Not yet. But she can make sounds.”

“Show me.”

“Okay, Jenny, will you talk for your big brother? Come on, Jenny, say ooh.”

The baby made ooh’s for her mother.

Brady laughed and clapped, startling his sister with the loud noise. She burst into sobs, and he looked as if he was about to follow her. “Sorry, Mommy.”

She bent down to kiss her son’s cheek. “It’s okay, Brady. Next time you’ll know not to make any sudden noises.”

He smiled up at her.

Jack brought the bottle to Elizabeth. “I checked it. It’s just right.”

“Thanks.”

He smiled down at the baby. “Hi, there, Jenny.”

She oohed for Jack, too.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a grin.

“Don’t listen, Jenny,” Elizabeth crooned to her daughter. “I bet he says that to all the girls.”

She fed the baby her bottle, talking to her while she sucked the milk.

Tom and Jack sat down at the table, watching.

“I haven’t even held my granddaughter yet,” Tom said. “Do you…do you think I could feed her?”

“Sure, Tom.” Elizabeth got up immediately and settled the baby in her grandfather’s arms. “You’re like a pro already,” she noted with a pat on his shoulder as she hovered over him.

In the few days that they’d been here Elizabeth had seen a big change in Tom. He no longer spent most of the day in his room, either in bed or in his chair by the fire, choosing instead to spend time with Brady out in the barn or in the living room. His cheeks had color and his legs seemed stronger. Sitting there with Jenny, he looked like he’d taken twenty years off his age.

“I could watch her for hours,” Tom said, never taking his eyes off his grandchild. “It’s better than dessert.”

“So you don’t want dessert?” Elizabeth asked.

Tom suddenly looked up. “You made dessert?”

That night when she settled down in bed, Elizabeth took a moment to sigh. She had to admit all the new clothes, especially for Brady and Jenny, made a difference in her life. Every night since Brady had been born she’d gone to sleep worried that she couldn’t provide for him. Then she’d added Jennifer.

She’d panicked when she’d learned about Reggie’s death.

Their marriage had been over long ago, the love that she thought she’d felt for him long since dried up. She’d known what kind of man Reggie truly was, and that she’d made a huge mistake marrying him. Except that he’d given her children.

But when he died, she knew she had to take care of those children.

She should’ve checked about his bank account before she left for the Ransom Ranch. She knew Reggie had another checking account, because he’d sent her an occasional check from that account.

Maybe tomorrow she’d ask Tom about it. Maybe she could pay him back if she found out there was money remaining. Then she realized Tom would feel bad if she did that. So instead she’d merely offer.

She lay back against the soft pillows, glad for the silence in the monitor. A good night’s sleep would be a luxury.

Not quite as much a luxury as it would be to have some money, she thought. She looked around the room and her eyes settled on her dresser, filled with new clothes. With money, she thought to herself on a laugh, she could pick out her own underwear.

Jack.

The thought brought him to her mind.

The man drove her crazy.

She closed her eyes and went to sleep, strangely thinking of Jack seeing her in those black lace panties and matching bra he bought.

Elizabeth seemed awfully chipper the next morning as she cooked breakfast. Pretending to read the newspaper, Jack watched her without her knowing.

Her long light-brown hair was wavy and shiny, pulled back on one side with a clip to reveal her slender, creamy neck. Her cheeks had a rosy glow, her lips a soft pink hue, and the best part was that the color was all natural. No fussy creams and gels for this woman. With Elizabeth, what you saw was the real woman.

He imagined her with more curves on her thin frame, as she’d be after she stayed at the ranch for a while. He knew her life had been hard and she’d gone without, but now that Tom was taking care of her, she’d fill out—in all the right places.

The soft sound of her humming broke into his errant thoughts. She had a lovely voice and she nodded her head in the apparent beat of the song she intoned. The tune was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

He liked seeing her happy and made a mental note to tell Tom that his shopping trip had been a good one.

He too was pleased when Elizabeth sat down to breakfast. “I didn’t know you’d be eating with me. It’s a treat. Usually I eat alone.” He dug in to the eggs and hash browns. “What do you have planned for today?”

“Some cleaning, in addition to cooking and taking care of my children.”

“Aren’t you going to church?”

“Of course, but I don’t think I can take Jenny to Sunday School. Tom mentioned last night that he’d get up and go to Sunday School with Brady. He said you might—” she suddenly lowered the lids on her big blue eyes “—might take me and Jenny to church.”

“I’d enjoy that. I don’t always go to Sunday school, but I try to make it to church.”

“We’ll be ready on time.”

He stared at her, wondering about her agreeableness. Then he said, “We’ll be going out to lunch today, so you won’t have to cook dinner.”