A Christmas Miracle for Daisy (Taming of the Sheenans Book 5) (27 page)

It had been more than a little frantic, getting everything ready. Thank goodness for Cormac’s family. They’d all pitched in to help her these past few days, despite having plenty to do to prepare for their own family holidays.

Dillon and Paige had flown in with her kids on Saturday to spend Christmas in Montana, and so while Brock’s twins watched the younger ones, the adults went to work.

Cormac’s four brothers worked with the movers to get the moving truck from the California house unloaded. Whitney was able to use a lot of the furniture, although some of the couches should probably be replaced down the road.

Harley and Paige did a hard clean upstairs and down, then tackled unwrapping the dishes and giving all dishes and pots and pans a wash before putting them away. While Harley did a big grocery shop to fill the pantry and refrigerator with food, Paige washed the linens and made up the beds.

Taylor and McKenna concentrated on unpacking the big moving boxes filled with clothes, organizing dressers and bedroom closets.

With furniture in place, Troy and Dillon concentrated on hooking up the TVs and electronics while Brock and Trey hung mirrors and Cormac’s art. Cormac had an extensive collection but Whitney was only using select pieces because she also wanted to have room for Daisy’s artwork and space for family photos.

Her Christmas gift to Cormac was the collection of oversized framed photos that she and McKenna hung on the wall, facing the large open kitchen, so that Cormac and Daisy would see them every morning and night.

She’d taken some of the photos of Cormac and Daisy the night of the Marietta Stroll and then a few more on the afternoon they’d all gone skating at Miracle Lake. Using a little camera-editing wizardry, she’d cropped a half dozen images, turning them black and white, and then had them blown up, printed and framed.

In one shot Cormac was carrying Daisy at the end of the Stroll and she was snuggled against his chest, her arms around his neck. In another, they were laughing together as they struggled around the ice rink. Another one was of Cormac watching Daisy, looking fiercely proud and protective of her at the same time.

The photos were a testament to their bond and love and with the six big frames on the wall, the place felt like a home.

And now that everyone had gone and the house was empty, Whitney dimmed the lights and stood in the living room admiring the Christmas tree, and beyond the big living room window she could see lights twinkling low in the valley.

This was a beautiful place with a beautiful view. She hoped with all her heart that Cormac and Daisy would be happy here.

*

Whitney returned to
Bramble House to discover an envelope under her door. After turning on the lights and heat, she opened the envelope. Inside was a check. A huge check. Made out to her and signed by Cormac Sheenan.

It was the check owed to her as part of her severance package. Cormac had cut the check himself and left it here for her. But why now, and why like this? It felt cold and awful, as if she was a mercenary.

She called him immediately. “Why? I don’t get it.”

“You were promised that amount. It’s for your six weeks here in Marietta.”

“But it’s only been five, not six.”

“I think you’ve held up your end. You’ve earned it.”

“But everything isn’t finished. There is more at the office and the house—”

“I don’t want you working for me anymore.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think this is good for us.”

She fell silent, stunned.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Whitney. You’ve done everything right. But I don’t want to be your boss. I don’t think of you as a subordinate.”

“But I am!”

“Which is why I’m ending the business side of our relationship so we can do what we’ve never done: put us first.”

“There isn’t an ‘us’!”

“Not if you’re having to answer to me. So with business off the table, and you no longer on the payroll, we can focus on us and giving us a chance.”

Whitney couldn’t believe it. “You fired me.”

“You were going to be done next week and I thought it was time—”

“So, you did fire me.”

“Whitney, you resigned, remember? You were ready to leave Sheenan Inc. I had to force you to Marietta in the first place—”

She hung up on him.

She’d never hung up on him before but she had to. She couldn’t bear to hear him say another word.

He’d been tough before, and hard, and harsh, but firing her just before Christmas…letting her go before the big party at his house…

It was cruel. She’d worked so hard. She’d cared so much.

Her phone rang. It was Cormac calling back. But she didn’t answer. She turned her phone off and shoved the check back into the envelope and left it on the nightstand.

She’d known all along that he wasn’t a team player. His agenda was the one that mattered, not hers. But the check beneath the door, and his abrupt decision to let her go now, hurt badly. She’d been right not to trust him. Why had she ever dropped her guard?

*

It was a
terrible night. Whitney barely slept. But it was morning now. Whitney rolled over, took the envelope from the nightstand, and pulled out the check again.

Once again she blinked at the figure. It was a staggering amount. It’d be enough for a down payment on a house. Maybe even a small house somewhere like Marietta.

She could finally be a homeowner. She could finally get out of her apartment into a place of her own.

This check represented a certain measure of financial security, as well as freedom. She’d never have to deal with Cormac or Sheenan anything again.

She’d be fine. She could even go months before she’d need to work again.

And then she tore the check in half, and continued tearing until it was in shreds. There was no way she could take his money. She couldn’t be bought, or sold. She didn’t want to be paid. She hadn’t come to Marietta to get rich. She’d come to Marietta for Daisy. She’d come here for him. She’d come to Montana because she loved them.

*

Whitney spent the
morning getting organized, first booking a seat on tonight’s five o’clock flight to Denver and then called the rental car company and let them know she’d be returning the car ten days early.

Once the travel arrangements were made, she packed, and headed downstairs to settle her account with Bramble House. Eliza was sorry Whitney was leaving, commenting that Kris was checking out today, too.

“I’d like to say goodbye to him,” Whitney said.

“I believe he’s still in the breakfast room.”

Kris was at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee, dressed in cargo khaki trousers and a thick red thermal shirt, topped by his favorite pair of suspenders. He looked up at her, over his wire-rimmed spectacles. “Happy almost Christmas.”

She poured herself a cup of tea and joined him at the table. “Happy almost Christmas to you, too.”

“How is the house? Is it ready for the party tonight?”

“Everything’s done, and Daisy’s room is my favorite.” Whitney struggled to sound cheerful. “I debated giving her a delicate princess room with pink tulle and sparkly tiaras but in the end I gave her a room suited for a warrior princess. On one side, she has a gold canopy bed topped by a crown plus a royal writing desk and chair, because even princesses will have homework, and then on the opposite side of the room, there is a mural of a castle, with a real climbing wall, and at the top, a thick sturdy rope so she can swing across her room to reach the bed and fight off the bad guys with one of her trusty swords.” Whitney smiled. “Of course the swords are plastic and foam, but I couldn’t give her all dolls. A girl needs to know how to fight, especially if she’s planning on ruling a kingdom.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Kris said.

“I painted all the murals myself. I do hope she’ll love it.”

“You’ll find out tonight.”

“I’m not going tonight,” she said lowly. “I’m heading back to Denver. I’m booked on a five o’clock flight.”

“Doesn’t that make you happy? I thought you loved Denver.”

“I do, or I did. It’s just hard leaving. I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Then don’t go.”

“You make that sound easy.”

“It is. Stay here.”

“And do what? I don’t work for Cormac anymore.”

“Cormac owns Sheenan Inc., not Marietta.” He chuckled at his own joke, but when he looked at Whitney, his expression gentled. “If you have faith, things will work out the way they are meant to work out.”

“You know, I love him, Kris. I’ve loved Cormac since the day I met him.”

“He loves you, too. He just hasn’t convinced you yet.”

“I don’t think he can,” she said under her breath.

“Well, then, there’s your answer.”

She lifted her head, looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“If he can’t, then this will never be home. You’re smart to figure this out now, before either of you gets hurt. And if you’re not right for each other, then do the sensible thing and let each other go.” He stood up. “I’m going to be busy later so let me give you a hug and say goodbye, and wish you a very Merry Christmas.”

She stood up, too, and gave him a hug. “Thank you for everything. You were so wonderful, in so many ways. I can’t tell you how happy you made Daisy—”

“And you?” he said, tipping her chin up. “Are you happy? You should be. You’re getting what you wanted. Soon you’ll be home for Christmas.”

*

Whitney couldn’t get
Kris’ words,
home for Christmas
, out of her head. They repeated over and over as she carried her bags down to her car and then checked out of Bramble House.

She still had a couple hours before she had to be at the Bozeman airport, so she ran some errands in Marietta, stopped by Copper Mountain Chocolates to say goodbye to Sage, and then went into the florist to get a pretty holiday arrangement for Eliza and Mable at the B&B. The florist assured Whitney they could still deliver today, and Whitney scribbled a note of thanks on the tiny florist card letting the Brambles know how much she appreciated the last few weeks in their beautiful home.

And then she had time for one last coffee from Java Café, and with her coffee in hand, she took a last stroll down Main Street, trying to take it all in, wanting to remember everything. The parade. The lights. The carolers. The roasted chestnuts. The fun.