A Celebration Christmas

A Celebration Christmas
Nancy Robards Thompson

Lily Palmer’s To-Do list

—Get Dr Cullen Dunlevy’s house—and foster kids—under control

—Stop the children from creating “potions” in the bathroom and putting rubber snakes in my candy

—Bake Christmas cookies together—as a family

—Stop thinking about Cullen’s—I mean, Dr Dunlevy’s—sexy dimples … and how cute he is with his children

—Hang the mistletoe—right where Cullen can see it …

—Decorate the tree with the kids to create the best holiday ever

—Have a forever family with the man—and family—of my dreams …

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Celebrations, Inc: Let’s get this party started!

A Celebration Christmas

Nancy Robards Thompson

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Award-winning author NANCY ROBARDS THOMPSON is a sister, wife and mother who has lived the majority of her life south of the Mason-Dixon line. As the oldest sibling, she reveled in her ability to make her brother laugh at inappropriate moments, and she soon learned she could get away with it by proclaiming, “What? I wasn’t doing anything.” It’s no wonder that upon graduating from college with a degree in journalism, she discovered that reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Since she hung up her press pass to write novels full-time, critics have deemed her books “funny, smart and observant.” She loves chocolate, champagne, cats and art (though not necessarily in that order). When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading, hiking and doing yoga.

This book is dedicated to

Kathleen, Lori, Cindy, Kathy and Mary Louise.

Thanks for always being there.

Contents

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Title Page (#u8cb64353-f05a-54a7-b8ff-04764e367cd6)

About the Author (#uda96e668-3211-5876-a7b4-fb26e5bf305c)

Dedication (#u13f9e67b-14c9-557c-af2a-acb33b9851bc)

Chapter One (#uf5cd6358-724e-5f97-9858-d801d0d2ac54)

Chapter Two (#uc04b3094-af1e-57f3-b1db-602a953ddecf)

Chapter Three (#u00c258f7-2176-563c-bbf9-4cbe932fc5cb)

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Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_0f229974-81f4-59af-b21d-bbe363844f1d)

Cullen Dunlevy had never begged for anything in his adult life, but right now he was desperate. “I’ll pay you triple your salary if you’ll stay for two more hours, Angie,” he said. “And you don’t have to clean up after the kids.”

“Dr. Dunlevy, there isn’t enough money in the world to make me stay.” Unmoved, the housekeeper brushed past him. She paused at the top of the stairs. “Call me when you find a home for them.”

A home for them? They’re kids, not stray animals.

Cullen glanced down at ten-year-old Megan Thomas. All the color had drained from her already pale cheeks. Then his gaze found its way back to the hall-bath toilet, which was overflowing with some kind of expanding blue goop that seemed to be growing exponentially. The prank had been the final straw, the reason for Angie’s noon phone call to Cullen at the hospital, informing him he had exactly one hour to get home because she was fed up and leaving.

What happened to the theory “it takes a village”?

Couldn’t Angie have a little heart? Sure, the four of them were unruly, but anyone with an ounce of compassion could see their disobedience stemmed from grief.

The kids had lost both their parents in a car accident. Their dad, Greg Thomas, had been Cullen’s lifelong friend. Given the lingering sting of his own grief, he couldn’t imagine what the kids must be going through. They were homeless and alone in the world except for each other. And they were at the mercy of the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services.

A pang of guilt coursed through Cullen. He had room for them in this big, empty house, but was that enough? Didn’t kids deserve two loving parents? He was married to a job that demanded sixteen-hour days. He worked and slept, only to get up day after day to repeat the routine. He didn’t know anything about raising kids. Hell, he’d thought he was doing the right thing by leaving them with Angie.

Obviously that had been a colossal mistake.