“I would?” Banner murmured so that only Lucy could hear.
Lucy kept her gaze focused on the children. “Of course he would. It’s Christmas.”
“I, um, don’t have any Christmas decorations,” Banner said.
The children’s budding enthusiasm wilted visibly. Lucy spoke even more enthusiastically. “Okay, fine. We’ll just have to make some, won’t we? That will be even more fun, won’t it, kids?”
“I don’t know how,” Tricia said uncertainly.
“I’ll show you.” Lucy found the courage to look at Banner then. “You’d like us to decorate for you, wouldn’t you, Banner?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying to play his part. “Sure.”
His doubtful tone drew a look from her, but she turned quickly back to the kids. “We’ll get started as soon as we’ve finished breakfast, okay? It will be a lot of fun.”
Tyler and Tricia began to eat more enthusiastically, and Joan gave Lucy a smile of gratitude.
Banner, Lucy noted surreptitiously, simply looked resigned.
Chapter Four
When the children finished eating, they dashed off to brush their teeth while their mother and Lucy washed dishes in water heated on the stove. Bobby Ray and Banner assisted Miss Annie into the living room, where they settled her in the rocker in front of the fire with an afghan around her and her knitting close at hand. Pop sat on the couch with one of Banner’s recent newsmagazines.
Between the light from the windows and the glow of the fire, there was just enough illumination in the room for reading and knitting, though Banner offered to bring in an oil lamp if the light began to fade. Satisfied that the older couple was comfortable, Banner wandered back into the kitchen.
He leaned against the bar, watching Joan and Lucy efficiently clean his kitchen. Well, to be specific, he watched Lucy. His gaze was drawn to her, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on anything else.
“Just what, exactly, do you intend to use for decorations?” he asked her curiously.
She tossed aside her dish towel and tapped a fingertip against her chin. “We’ll need a tree, of course…”
“A tree,” he repeated, hoping he had misunderstood.
“A Christmas tree,” she clarified, looking surprised that it had been necessary. “Do you have an artificial one, by any chance?”
“No, I don’t own one.”
She looked disappointed. “I suppose we could get by without a Christmas tree…”
Some insane impulse made him say, “I’ll find you a tree.”
Had he really volunteered to tromp around out there in the ice, cut down a tree and then figure out some way to stand it up in his house? Her sudden, radiant smile assured him that he had. Looking at that smile, he couldn’t even honestly say he regretted the words.
He wondered if maybe the milk had been spoiled, after all. He found it much easier to attribute his uncharacteristic behavior to bad milk than to the charms of a pretty Christmas elf’s smile.
“What kind of tree?” Bobby Ray asked, coming back into the room.
“They want a Christmas tree,” Banner answered.
“Not if it’s too much trouble,” Joan insisted, trying to shrink into the woodwork behind her.
Joan was such a mousy, unprepossessing woman, Banner thought. She couldn’t be less like Lucy, who was even now using her hands to describe to Bobby Ray exactly what sort of tree she envisioned for their holiday decorating.
The big trucker nodded, then looked at Banner. “You’ve got some small evergreens in the woods around your house, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It shouldn’t take long to find one. The hard part’s going to be finding one that isn’t covered with ice.”
“Maybe if there’s one that’s been sheltered by bigger trees…”
“So much trouble,” Joan fretted, wringing her hands.
“Not if it means making them kids happy for Christmas,” Bobby Ray assured her kindly.
Joan’s eyes welled. “That’s very kind.”
Both Banner and Bobby Ray took a few steps backward, discomfited by the sight of tears. “We’ll, uh, take care of the tree,” Banner said quickly, then turned to Lucy. “What else do you need for decorations?”
She tapped her chin again. “Popcorn, maybe, for stringing. Do you have any art supplies? Paper, glue, markers—that sort of thing?”
Banner turned on one heel. “I’ll see what I can gather up.”
“Thank you, Banner,” she called after him as he left the room.
It must have been the milk, he thought again with a slow shake of his head.
By midmorning Lucy had turned the living room into a Christmas workshop. Banner had provided a generous—and rather surprisingly varied—supply of materials. Colored papers, thin sheets of cardboard, markers, glue, large tubes of silver, red and gold glitter, several colors of ribbon, yarn and fabric scraps. There was also a shoebox filled with buttons of all different shapes, sizes and colors, and a couple of booklets of gold and silver star-shaped stickers.
“Craft supplies?” Lucy asked when he’d carried the big carton of items into the room.
He shrugged. “My great-uncle kept supplies here to entertain his friends’ children when they visited—kept the kids from getting into his tools. I used to play with the craft stuff, myself, when I was a kid. Always looked forward to it—until I got old enough to start working with his tools, which I liked even better. I found this carton in one of the storage closets after I moved in, and I thought it might come in handy someday.”
She gave him a grin. “Looks like it’s ‘someday.”’
“Apparently,” he agreed with that slight quirk of his lips that she had finally decided was a smile.
Now, warmed by the crackling fire, Joan and the children sat around the coffee table happily making paper chains and ornaments for the tree Banner and Bobby Ray had gone out to find. The dog snoozed beneath the round oak table, seeming to enjoy the company.
Miss Annie knitted contentedly in her rocker, while Pop strung popcorn on fishing line. His hands were a bit gnarled, but he handled the needle skillfully. “I’ve strung plenty of popcorn in my day,” he boasted. “Done my share of sewing, too.”
Lucy studied the scene with a touch of smugness. Very domestic. The children were laughing and the adults were all smiling. The appetizing scent of popcorn filled the room, and the flickering of the candles that lightened the shadowy corners added an old-world charm.
What a clever idea she’d had, she thought as she turned toward the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee. Now everyone was happy again.
She had just stepped into the room when the kitchen door flew open with a bang and Banner carried Bobby Ray into the house.
Of course, Banner wasn’t exactly carrying the much larger man, but he was obviously supporting him as Bobby Ray limped inside, a painful grimace behind his beard. Forgetting the coffee, Lucy rushed forward. “What happened? Bobby Ray, are you hurt?”
It was a stupid question, she realized as Banner lowered the other man into a chair. But Bobby Ray answered patiently. “I’m okay. Just took a spill on the ice, that’s all. Bruised, but no real damage.”
Having heard Lucy’s cry, Joan came in to see what was going on. She took one look at the men and hurried to the percolator. “You both look half-frozen.”
Banner