The Christmas Proposition Read Free Page A

asking.”
    “Still, I’m sure you’ve heard all about Niki and me.”
    She’d have had to be living in a cave not to have heard the news of his broken engagement to the young actress he’d been planning to marry last month, just before Thanksgiving.
    She’d been disappointed that he would make such an important commitment, then walk away. Not just once, but three times. Still, it wasn’t her place to judge. And she firmly believed it was better to walk away than say your vows to the wrong person. “Who you choose to marry, or not, is your own business.”
    The tiny lines of strain around Derek’s eyes eased at her matter-of-fact tone. “No questions? No, how could you break it off only two weeks before the wedding?”
    Would he tell her the truth if she asked? Rachel tamped down her curiosity. “Not my business. I’m sure you had your reasons.”
    “Thank you.”
    “But I am curious about one thing.”
    A resigned look crossed his face. “What’s that?”
    “How long do you plan to stay in Jackson Hole?”
    A look of surprise skittered across his face. “That’s the question?”
    Rachel smiled.
    “Not quite a month.” Derek leaned back in his chair. “My buddy gave me the use of his vacation home justoutside of Wilson until New Year’s. Then I’ll head back to L.A.”
    “Is that home?”
    “For now.” He took a sip of soda. “I’m originally from Minnesota. Most of my family still lives there.”
    Rachel relaxed against the back of her chair, enjoying the conversation. “I’m surprised you’re not spending Christmas with them.”
    “If I’d married Niki, we’d still be on our honeymoon.” His eyes took on a faraway look. Then he blinked and the moment was gone. “My sister and her family are spending the holidays with my brother-in-law’s side of the family. My mother and Jim, her ‘man-friend,’ are in Florida visiting my aunt and uncle.”
    “I don’t understand how you ended up in Wyoming.”
    “Great place to stay. Lots of good skiing. Best of all, no paparazzi.” Derek grinned. “Feels like paradise to me.”
    Rachel picked up her half-eaten piece of pizza and took another bite, suddenly hungry.
    “I’ve a question for you,” he said.
    Rachel forced the chunk of pizza past a sudden thickness in her throat. “Ask away.”
    “I’ve thought about doing foster care, but my schedule seems too chaotic to give a child the stability he or she needs.” His eyes were bright with curiosity. “How do you make it work?”
    Rachel leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table. Here was a topic she could discuss for hours. “I’ve had my license for a couple years. While a full-timeplacement wouldn’t work with my schedule, I’ve done quite a bit of emergency foster care.”
    Although his eyes remained focused on her, he trailed a finger down the side of his glass. “Tell me more about that.”
    Rachel’s mouth went dry. She swallowed, her heart fluttering in her throat. “An emergency placement can last anywhere from twenty-four hours to a month. Most kids I have for a day or two.”
    “How long will Mickie be with you?”
    “Through the end of the month.” Rachel shifted her gaze and let it linger on Mickie. Fingers on the side buttons, brows furrowed in concentration, her entire attention was on the game. It was typical Mickie. Her determined nature was only one of her many good qualities. Although the child hadn’t even been under Rachel’s roof a week, she’d already stolen her heart.
    “Looks like she’s made some friends.”
    Derek was right. The little girl had several new “friends” peering over her shoulders, watching her make the bells ding.
    “Mickie is very social.”
    Derek could hear the pride in Rachel’s voice. “What do you know about her history?”
    Rachel thought for a moment. “I know her parents died in a car accident when she was five. After that she was sent to live with an aunt and uncle and four cousins. Several years later they