Maverick Holiday Magic

“I will buy you whatever you need if I’m wrong.”

“Fair enough.”

Following Max’s instructions, the process was smooth and efficient. He and his youngest son, Wilder, climbed into the car with Hunter, Wren and Merry.

“Mr. Crawford,” she said to the family patriarch, “I would like to thank you for this weekend. I will take excellent care of your granddaughter.”

The man winked at the little girl, who’d insisted on sitting beside him. “Wrennie is very special to me.”

“I can see that, sir.”

“It will go to his head if you call him that,” Wilder teased her. He looked like a charming rogue, handsome with longish brown hair and piercing dark eyes.

Merry could picture him breaking hearts everywhere he went. He was one of those men most women would be attracted to. Although she wasn’t. Glancing sideways at Hunter, she felt a little flutter in her chest that indicated she couldn’t say the same about his older brother.

The scenery on the short drive to the hotel was breathtaking. Trees, rugged mountains and blue sky added up to a spectacularly beautiful day. They passed ski slopes but it was early November and there wasn’t enough snow yet for them to open. Before long the resort buildings came into view and the car stopped in front. The hotel tower was tall, all wood and beams with a peaked roof that looked chalet-like and just right for this environment.

Merry had never been anywhere like this. Not ever. She was speechless, but Wren did enough chattering for both of them. Following behind the Crawford clan she was able to observe Hunter with his daughter. The trusting way the little girl slipped her small hand into his bigger one. He teased her before effortlessly lifting her onto his broad shoulders as they walked into the spectacular lobby with its wood floors and huge fireplace, where logs cheerfully burned and crackled.

Apparently having money also made check-in a breeze because room keys were waiting and bags had indeed been delivered to the suites. Max instructed everyone to go have fun and they would meet later in the afternoon for the wedding rehearsal followed by dinner. Hunter had already assured Merry she would have her own room, but she wasn’t clear on how that would logistically work with a suite. After an elevator ride to the top floor, he unlocked the door and they walked in.

There was a beautifully decorated living room that separated the master and auxiliary bedrooms from the one on the opposite side of the suite. She would have her privacy and still be available to Wren if needed. And, as Hunter had promised, her suitcase was there on the bench at the end of the king bed. Her borrowed dress was hanging in the closet. Quite possibly this hotel suite was bigger than her entire house back in Rust Creek Falls.

Wren ran into Merry’s room and grabbed her hand. “Come and see where I’m going to sleep.”

Merry let herself be tugged into the room. The puffy mattress was high and the white bedding looked pristine. “This is beautiful. Fit for a princess.”

“Come and see Daddy’s room. It’s way bigger.”

That seemed too intimate, too much an invasion of his privacy. Too tempting to think about him and what he wore, or didn’t wear, to bed. And her heart was beating just a little too fast, a sure sign doing this would be a bad idea.

“Why don’t we unpack your suitcase? And I want to see your dress. It’s probably hanging in the closet.” Merry saw Hunter in the doorway and wondered what he was thinking with that brooding look on his face.

Wren folded her arms over her thin chest. “You can’t see my dress until the wedding. Like the bride.”

Merry laughed. “Fair enough. But we should still get your things unpacked. Make sure you have your shoes, tights and everything you need. There are good surprises and bad ones.”

The child thought that over then nodded. “Okay.”

They made short work of unpacking the small princess suitcase. Once the wedding day accessories were present and accounted for, the little girl started jumping on the bed.

“Wren, stop. You’ll fall and hurt yourself,” Hunter said sharply.

Merry knew this was pent-up energy and excitement, not bad behavior. It just needed to be channeled in a more positive way. She believed her job wasn’t just about babysitting when Hunter wasn’t around, but to help out whenever she could. This was one of those times.

“I have an idea,” she said.

The child stopped jumping. “What?”

“We should go exploring.”

“For what?” the little girl asked.

“Adventures. There are beautiful grounds here at the hotel. Just look out the window.”

Wren plopped her bottom on the bed then slid off and raced over to the window. “I see a lake with water coming up out of the middle. And a sidewalk. And maybe a play area. Daddy, come and look. We should go.”

“Sounds like a good start for an adventure. I’ll take you,” Merry said.

“No. I want Daddy to come, too.”

“Maybe your dad wants to rest. After all, he was up pretty early this morning.”

The little girl looked up at him. “Do you want to take a nap instead of exploring with me and Miss Merry?”

“Absolutely not.” Although he didn’t look quite that certain. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Yay!” Wren clapped her hands and headed for the door. “Let’s go.”

“Put on your jacket,” Merry and Hunter said at the same time.

All of them grabbed coats and left the suite. After taking the elevator to the first floor they found the exit leading to the rear of the property and a path lined with shrubs. In her pink quilted jacket Wren took off running as her ponytail swung from side to side.

“Stay where I can see you,” Hunter shouted.

“I will,” she called back.

Merry walked beside her employer as they moved more slowly down the path. To fill a silence that bordered on awkward she asked, “How do you like Montana? And why did your family leave Texas?”

She glanced up at him and saw his mouth pull tight as a muscle in his cheek tensed. The question had stirred up something not good and she began to wonder if he was going to answer at all.

Finally he said, “When my dad gets an idea into his head it’s pretty hard to change his mind.”

“Did you want to?”

“I like ranch work, taking care of the animals. I don’t much care what state I do it in. As long as my daughter is happy, I’m good.” He looked down. “Thanks to you, her school transition was smooth.”

“I’m glad I could help. I know how it feels to be the new kid in the class.” As they walked, Merry was keeping that pink jacket in sight and she figured Hunter was, too.

“You made the difference. Please tell me you’re not leaving town.”

“Why would you think I was?”

“I noticed the for sale sign in front of your house.”

“Oh. No. I’m not leaving Rust Creek Falls,” she said.

“Then why sell?”