Rescued by the Magic Of Christmas

“Yes, sometimes I still miss him.” She inhaled deeply. All she wanted was five more minutes with Iain. Thirty seconds would do. To say goodbye with love, not frustration and anger as had been the case. “But you know what? Iain is still with me. The same way your daddy will always be with you. In your heart.”

“That’s what mommy said,” Austin said. He’d been so quiet Carly had almost forgotten he was there. “But I don’t remember him at all. Not even when I look at his picture.”

“That’s okay, buddy.” Jacob mussed the boy’s blond hair. “You were only a year old.”

“That’s right. You were just a little guy back then.” Carly put her arm around Austin’s chair. “But I can tell you lots of stories about your dad if you want. You can remember him that way.”

Austin smiled. “Uncle Jake and Mommy tell me stories, but I want to hear yours.”

“And you will.” Carly cleared her throat. “I know some really good ones.”

“I remember him. Our daddy.” Kendall got a faraway look in her eyes. “Well, his voice. He used to sing to me.”

Carly felt a tug on her heart. She could almost hear Nick’s voice drifting down from the nursery upstairs. “Your daddy sang to you all the time. You loved the song ‘My Favorite Things’ from The Sound of Music.”

“If he stopped singing that song, you would cry,” Jacob said.

Austin laughed. “Crybaby, crybaby.”

“Be quiet.” Kendall frowned. “You’re the one who’s a big crybaby.”

Austin folded his arms over his chest and pouted.

“That’s enough, guys,” Jacob said.

Austin returned to his snacks, but not Kendall.

“You know, Uncle Jake,” she said. “If you started dating Aunt Carly tonight, you could probably get married before she has to go back home, and I could be a flower girl before I went back to school after winter break.”

“Uh-huh. Listen, kiddo—” Jacob stopped, obviously unsure how to proceed. He rubbed his chin.

“You go after what you want, don’t you, Kendall?” Carly asked.

The girl nodded.

“Your dad did the same thing.” Nick never used to give up when he set his mind on something. That’s how he’d ended up with Hannah. Carly smiled at the similarity between her brother and his daughter. “Tell you what. If I get married, you can be the flower girl and Austin can be the ring bearer.”

“Promise?” The girl’s hopes and dreams filled the one-word question.

“Your aunt said if, not when,” Jacob clarified. If being the key point, and Carly was grateful for him pointing it out.

“But if you do, Aunt Carly…”

Even Austin leaned toward her in anticipation of her response.

She smiled. “I promise.”

Married? To Carly? Too funny.

Jake could barely contain his laughter when the kids had brought that up, but the way she’d sent dagger-worthy glares his way kept him quiet.

Poor Carly. Those kids had pushed every one of her buttons. Some twice. With a shake of his head, he carried Carly’s suitcase upstairs.

She followed behind him. “I’d forgotten all about the wall of infamy.”

He glanced back and saw Carly staring at the photographs. “You mean wall of family.”

She didn’t take her eyes off the pictures. “I call it as I see it.”

“Me, too.”

Eight years ago, he had dreamed about being a real part of the Bishop family, of having his photo up on that wall. A wedding photo. He’d wanted to be Nick’s brother-in-law, Carly’s husband. And then, while Jake was taking his time waiting for her to grow up, Iain had taken his shot at happiness. The daring young climber had almost blown it though, and given Jake another chance, but when all was said and done, Carly stuck with Iain after he apologized for putting a climb before her birthday.

At the time, Jake told himself everything worked out for the best. But it hadn’t.

Not for Iain, killed right before his wedding.

Not for Carly, widowed before she was a bride.

Not for Nick, dead before his time.

And not for Jake, either.

He continued up the stairs.

But what had happened or how he had felt about Carly was in the past. All that remained was for him to make sure she was happy and living life the way she should. Once he knew that, then he, too, could move on.

“Hannah will run out of wall space someday.” He glanced back and saw Carly still staring at the pictures. “Or photos.”

“Wall space perhaps,” she said. “But thanks to digital photography, Hannah will never run out of pictures.”

“True, she carries her camera everywhere.” He listened to the kids in the kitchen doing homework. “Hope that wasn’t too much for you downstairs.”

“Well, it’s not every day you get into a head-on collision with your past.”

“Good thing you had an air bag to soften the blow.”

“What air bag?” Carly asked.

“Me.”

“Oh, yes, that thumbs-up was a huge help.”

“You were doing great on your own.” He respected the way she handled the situation. “I just provided a little cushion.”

Her mouth twisted on one side. “How can Mr. Hard Body be a cushion?”

He grinned, remembering the teasing from years gone by. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”