Chapter One
Tess Harrison surveyed the festive scene around her. It was Christmas Day, and over sixty relatives were celebrating at her father’s enormous estate. The mansion, set atop a hill on hundreds of acres beside the Long Island Sound, was filled with the sights and sounds of a picturesque holiday gathering. The grand main living room was decorated elegantly, beautifully, as the staff did every year. No lights—that would be gauche—but red ribbons, garlands, holly, and faux white candles made the whole ground floor look like something straight out of a Christmas movie. Bright flames crackled and popped in the enormous stone fireplace, and the eight-foot-tall tree stood majestically in the corner. That did have white lights, and decorative ornaments that went back four generations. Tess suppressed a yawn. She was now over the holidays.
She cradled her china cup of eggnog and watched her eldest brother, Charles, and his wife, Lisette, sit together on one of the longer sofas as they played with their infant daughter, Charlotte. Tess adored her newest niece and had spent a lot of time with her. Bonding with that baby had awakened things in Tess she hadn’t known existed. Now five months old, the dark-haired cherub squealed with delight as her father lifted her up and down in the air. Charles’s strong arms raised Charlotte up, then back down to kiss her sweet face, over and over, as Lisette smiled brightly at his side. They’d married in May and the love they shared was tangible. Tess was so glad for them, and smiled and cooed at the baby. But oh, how she adored that little girl. Every time Charlotte squeaked, she felt it in her core. Such pure love, such pure joy.
Across from them, Tess’s middle brother, Dane, and his wife, Julia, sat together leisurely and smiled along as they watched too. The baby’s giggles were infectious and everyone around her was under her spell. Tess relaxed against the lush cushions of the armchair and sipped her drink. She loved all four of Charles’s kids deeply; they’d brought the kind of light into her life that only children could.
She longed for that light in her life.
Charles’s three older children from his first marriage sat huddled in the far corner of the room, playing handheld video games with some cousins close to their age. The youngest Harrison brother, Pierce, and his wife, Abby, were absent, and Tess felt it keenly. But Pierce would rather die than spend a family holiday with their father and gladly went to Abby’s family for every major holiday. Tess couldn’t fault him for that, given their tumultuous history, but she still missed her baby brother.
At least Pierce and Abby had been at Charles’s house the night before. Charles always hosted Christmas Eve, and it had been a lovely gathering. Only twenty people, only closest family, with the exception of the Harrison patriarch . . . which was why it was a lovely gathering. No vitriol, no stress, no walking on eggshells waiting to see who’d fire the first verbal shot that would kick off a horrible fight. Last night had been even more special, though, as Pierce and Abby—who’d just been married in a lavish ceremony in August—had shared their surprise news: Abby was pregnant. They’d only found out a few days before and were bursting with it. It was a lot sooner than they’d planned, but they were excited and their joy was palpable. Tess was thrilled for them.
She sipped her eggnog again and gazed at the Christmas tree. The lights blurred as she zoned out and slipped deeper into her thoughts. More than anything, she wanted a baby of her own. There was no reason she couldn’t make it happen. She was thirty-seven, healthy, wealthy . . . there was just a lack of a father candidate. She had always believed in love and had been deeply in love twice in her life. The second time she’d come close, getting engaged . . . and then had had to break her engagement after being betrayed. In the seven years since then, she’d hoped to find someone else, but she knew the truth of it: She didn’t trust enough to open her heart that completely again. She dated, met perfectly nice men, and some not so nice . . . none were a father-to-her-future-children candidate.
And over the last few months, spending time with Charlotte had driven it home more than ever: She wanted children of her own and time was ticking away.
By Thanksgiving, she’d decided to take matters into her own hands. She had the means, so why not? This was one of the times that being born into a ridiculously wealthy family, along with making her own strong and vital career, gave her benefits and options other single mothers didn’t have. And while a part of her wanted to talk about it with her brothers . . . most of her wanted to keep it to herself until she was actually pregnant. They’d all have something to say, and for once, she didn’t want to hear it if it was negative. Not from any of them.
“Hey, Tesstastic.” Dane’s jovial voice interrupted her thoughts. “You sure Julia and I can’t convince you to spend a few days with us in Cancún?”
Tess smiled but shook her head. “You’re both sweet to ask, but I don’t need to be a third wheel during your three-week jaunt in paradise.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dane scoffed. “You’re no such thing.”
“Colin is coming for the whole second week,” Julia pointed out. Her grown son from her first marriage was a quiet, kind young man. “We won’t be alone. He’s not worried about being a third wheel.”
“He’s twenty-four,” Tess reminded them. “He’s not worried because he’ll be at the bars and clubs every night, trying to pick up women, I’m sure.”
“God, I hope so,” Julia said. “But it’s not a good reason for you not to come too. Come on, who wants to be in New York in January? It’s miserable. Come down for a week.”
“Again, I thank you both,” Tess said. “But I . . . have plans of my own. They would overlap.”
“You do?” Dane arched a brow. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I tried, brother dear.” A grin tugged at the corners of Tess’s lips. “You keep asking anyway. Which is sweet, but . . .”
“I think I smell a deflection tactic,” Dane said.
“I think you should leave her be,” Charles piped up. Lisette bit down on her lip.
“It’s so wrong that I want my sister to have some fun?” Dane asked him.
“Of course not,” Tess said.
“You just finished months of hard work pulling off another massively successful Harrison Foundation Holiday Ball,” Dane said to her. “You need a real vacation. To go somewhere and be pampered. I offered to make that happen because you don’t do it enough for yourself. Sue me.”
Tess rolled her eyes at her big brother. “I love you too, you big nag.”
“I’m a nag now?” Dane put his hand to his chest. “You wound me!”
They all snorted out laughter.
Tess had had enough of this conversation. She rose to her feet and swept her long curtain of curls back over her shoulders. “I’m getting more eggnog,” she said. “Anyone want some?”
The four of them murmured various forms of no thanks, and she crossed the room to the cavernous crystal bowl that held enough lightly spiked eggnog for a small village.
Tess couldn’t help but smile to herself as she refilled her mug. Charles, Dane, and Pierce weren’t just her brothers; they were some of her closest friends. The four of them were tight as could be. They were incredibly devoted to and protective of her, and she counted on them as much as they all counted on her. After all, she’d spent years watching over the three of them. When their parents split up and their mother left home over two decades before, as the only female left in the family, Tess had slowly but surely slipped into the role of mother hen. Some of it had been a conscious decision, some of it hadn’t. She never minded—her brothers needed her, even when they didn’t realize it, and she was all too happy to provide crucial emotional support. She was a caring person, with so much love to give—who better to lavish it on than her siblings, who needed it so desperately?
But they were all fine now. Grown men, they’d all eventually found their place in the world, especially with the help of good women who loved them and believed in them. Tess was grateful beyond words that she genuinely liked her three sisters-in-law. Charles, Dane, and Pierce were strong men, but pairing with women like Lisette, Julia, and Abby had truly completed them. They had all built, or were building, their own families and didn’t need Tess’s pseudomothering the way they once had.
And Tess . . . found herself lacking. Despite having adoring siblings and family, good friends, a fulfilling career running the Harrison Foundation, the family’s massive nonprofit organization . . . maybe it was the holidays and the slight melancholy that could sometimes accompany the season, but for months she hadn’t been able to deny the basic facts: She was creeping up on forty, she wanted a baby, and she’d somehow have to get that done on her own.
She considered herself to be a positive, upbeat person. A woman who accomplished things, took the lead, and knew how to get things done—she didn’t wait around and let life happen to her. Why should having a baby be any different than her other goals and successes? That thought had churned in her head for too long. It was time to take her future into her own hands. She was ready.
“How’s my best girl?” Her father’s confident baritone sounded behind her.
She turned to him with a fake smile. “Great, Dad. Hope you’re having a nice Christmas?”
“I am,” he said. “Thank you again for the painting. What a special gift.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said as he kissed her cheek. She’d been able to find a small Picasso piece she knew he’d love to add to his impressive collection and had called in a favor from an acquaintance in Paris to make it happen.
“You’re very thoughtful, as always.” There was the tiniest shift in his gaze, but Tess knew him so well, she steeled herself. “So. Charles tells me Pierce got Abby pregnant already. I guess expecting my youngest son to call me himself with that kind of news is too much to hope for, eh?”
“Dad.” Tess touched his arm with her free hand. “He only told us last night. They only found out last week.”
“So? He told you all last night. He could’ve called to tell me, or to say ‘Merry Christmas,’ any time since then. He hasn’t. Yet another intentional snub.”
“Did you call him to say ‘Merry Christmas’?” Tess asked.
Caught, Charles II scowled and sipped his drink.
“I thought not.” She gentled her voice to soften the blow, but looked her father right in the eye as she said, “You blew that relationship sky high two years ago. It’s on you. You attacked him and Abby both. You did that. You know that.”
“There were two of us in that fight,” Charles II reminded her, an angry edge to his voice. “But everyone always holds only me responsible.”
“Dad—”
“And they had their big, elaborate wedding,” Charles II barreled on, “and I was shunned! Not even invited to my own son’s wedding, purposely kept away, unwelcome. That was disgraceful.”
She was tired of this argument, which always remained unresolved. “I’m not going to get into all this with you now,” Tess said. Her tone was mild, but her words were firm. “I refuse. It’s Christmas.”
He nodded curtly, lips pursed, but grunted, “Fine.”
Tess knew he wouldn’t push it with her then, not with the room filled with extended family on such a major holiday. Since the heart attack last year, at least he’d softened that much. “I’m sorry you’re upset. Just be happy for them. Send a nice gift when the baby’s born. Who, by the way, will be your fifth grandchild.”
Charles scowled. “Pierce will likely keep me away from that child, you know.”
Tess sighed. He was right, of course. But she said, “Maybe by then, if you try and are truly invested, you can attempt to make things better somehow with Pierce.”
Her father snorted derisively. “That stubborn ass will never have it. He holds grudges; it’s one of the few things we have in common. And now he’s going to be a father?” Charles II huffed out a laugh. “Good luck to that baby.”
A split second of ire made her stomach twist. Her younger brother was a good man, in spite of what her father had said, done, or still thought. “Merry Christmas,” she said and turned her back on her father to cross the room, back to the safe haven of her older brothers.
She shook off the irritation as she walked. Starting his usual crap on Christmas? His problem, not hers. Pierce had completely shunned him, as he’d said. Charles and Dane still talked to him, showed up at family occasions and the like, but both had withdrawn considerably. She was the only one of the four siblings who still tried to maintain a good relationship with their difficult father. Times like this, she wondered why. Why was she still being the dutiful daughter after all these years? She did love her father, but she didn’t like him, so it’d been a habit she hadn’t been able to break, even though it led to frustration more often than satisfaction.
As she retook her seat with her brothers and sisters-in-law, someone turned on Christmas music, likely a member of her father’s household staff. A classical arrangement of “Silent Night” played softly, Charlotte let out a high-pitched peal of delight as her father lifted her over his head once again, the adults around them smiled and laughed, the voices of others rose in a low but merry cacophony of sound. Charles smiled broadly and dropped tiny kisses all over his baby’s face and she squealed and wiggled in delight. A pang hit Tess’s heart, and she suddenly felt tears sting the backs of her eyes. It was such a heartwarming scene . . . she thought of her own dreams for a family . . . and something clicked inside her, soft but sure. The feelings whooshed through her, filling her with something like anticipation and excitement, almost leaving her breathless. It was time.
“I’m leaving,” she blurted out.
Charles and Lisette hadn’t heard her, but Dane and Julia’s heads swiveled to look at her. “What?” Dane asked, as if he hadn’t heard her correctly.
“Why?” Julia asked, her hazel eyes narrowing to study her. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine. But I’m leaving. As in leaving New York,” Tess said, only formulating the plan as the words poured from her mouth. She’d been thinking of it for weeks, but something prodded at her now, pushed up from inside and flooded out. “I’m going away for a while. I need to go. So I am.”
All eyes were on her now, rounded with shock. Dane gaped, his mouth an O of surprise. Charles stared hard at his sister as Lisette gently took their baby from his arms. “What’s going on, Tess?” he asked softly, as if talking to a wounded animal.
Tess set her cup on a nearby end table before turning back to them. Again she swept the heavy mass of her long curls over her shoulders. Her heart rate was climbing, but now that she’d said the words, they made more sense than anything had in a long time. “I need to be by myself for a little while. To change things up. So I’m going to go to Aspen and stay at the house there. You’ll be in Cancún for most of January,” she said to Dane, “and you’ll be at the Palm Beach house for two weeks,” she said to Charles. “So neither of you will be using the ski house. I am. I’m just letting you all know.”
Dane made a sound that sounded like sputtering.
“Why is this the first we’re hearing of it?” Charles asked.
“Umm, because I don’t have to report to anyone,” Tess replied evenly.
“I didn’t mean to insinuate that and you know it,” Charles said, shifting forward in his seat. His eyes, the bright marine-blue they’d all inherited from their mother, were now focused like lasers on Tess. “If you need to take a break, of course you should. I’m just surprised.”
“Ten minutes ago we were talking about Cancún and you didn’t even mention it.” Dane was equally focused on her, studying her as if sensing something was off. “So yeah, this seems like it’s coming out of nowhere.”
“And if it is?” Tess inquired sharply. “So what?”
“You guys are acting like her parents,” Julia remarked. “Might want to take it down a notch.”
“She’s right,” Lisette said, bouncing Charlotte on her knees.
“We are not,” Charles said, but it came out weak with recognition.
Dane kept staring at his sister. “How long will you be gone?”
“I’m not sure,” Tess admitted. But she knew what she really wanted to do, so why not do it? Throw herself into researching sperm donors, in vitro, whatever it would take to help her have the baby she so desperately wanted. Be away from stress and prying eyes, cleanse her body and mind . . . “At least two months, I think. Until the end of February, probably. Maybe more. I’ll see.”
The wave of shock was palpable as her brothers and their wives all exchanged brief glances of astonishment. Charles got to his feet. “Come on, Tess. Let’s find a quiet place to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Tess said, looking up at him. It was so strange, the way she felt utterly calm and pulsing with exhilaration at the same time. The adrenaline rush was invigorating. “I’m merely telling you all that I’m going away for a while. It’s not up for discussion. End of story.”
“Bullshit,” Charles said tersely. He crouched in front of his sister, took her hands in his, and stared into her face, searching. “What the hell’s going on?”
“I’m with him,” Dane said, scooting to the edge of his chair and leaning toward her. “Did something happen? This just seems so sudden and—”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually,” Tess said. “New Year’s just around the corner. I need something new. I need a change. So . . . I’m going to just go somewhere else for a while.”
“Please give us something more here,” Charles implored. “I’m worried about you now.”
“Me too,” Dane said. “What he said. Tess, honey . . .”
She smiled at both of them, squeezing Charles’s hands before pulling them free. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you,” Charles said.
“Okay.” She rose to stand and he mirrored her.
“Talk to me,” he whispered fiercely.
Dane stood too, reaching out to grasp her elbow. “When are you leaving?”
“Day after tomorrow,” Tess said, deciding as she said the words.
“What?” Charles hissed at the same time as Dane asked, “Why so soon?”
“You both act like I’m heading off to parts unknown without a note,” Tess said. She was touched by their concern, but at the same time so excited to move forward with her new plan, she couldn’t get away from them and out of the mansion fast enough. “I’m not going to Tibet; I’m going to Colorado. To the ski house the three of us own together, so I believe you have the address.”
“Don’t be cute. This isn’t like you and you know it!” Charles bit out, eyes flashing. “You can’t be surprised that we’re so surprised, much less that we’re concerned. You don’t make spontaneous plans and you don’t go away for months at a time, definitely not without talking about it with one of us first.”
Tess nodded, a smile spreading slowly on her face. “You’re right. That’s why it feels so good, I guess.”
Charles and Dane both stared at her, speechless.
“Let her go, guys,” Julia said from her seat.
“Stop mothering her,” Lisette added softly.
Charles jolted as if he’d been hit, looking to his wife, who only nodded.
“Tess,” Dane said, “you can’t just leave without telling us a little more than, ‘I’m outta here, see ya in a few months.’ Come on. If it was one of us pulling this, you’d be flipping out. So just talk to us.”
“All right. I will. Tomorrow. But now, I have things to do. Be with your loved ones.” She leaned in to kiss Charles on the cheek, then Dane. She moved away to give quick hugs to her sisters-in-law and an adoring snuggle to her baby niece. Then she turned to them all and said, “Merry Christmas. Talk to you tomorrow. I have to get packing.” And before any of them could utter another word, she walked across the long room to say a few more good-byes so she could get out of there.
Even as she hugged her older niece and nephews, Tess felt invigorated. Brimming with excitement, she couldn’t wait to get going. She had a lot to take care of if she was going to leave in less than forty-eight hours, and she absolutely intended to make good on her word. She was a woman of action, dammit, and now that she’d decided to take action, nothing would stop her from seeing her whole plan through.
* * *
Logan Carter checked the thermostat once more before turning to sweep his eyes across the long, wide room. He’d been the house manager for the Harrison family’s ski house for the past five years, so he knew well what needed to be done before one of them arrived.
He’d already done his weekly house check for the place on Tuesday, as he always did when none of the Harrisons had visited in a while. So he knew the heat, water, all of that, were already in working order. He’d turned the lights on so Tess wouldn’t walk into a dark house. Well, he amended mentally, Tess and likely her tiny white dog, which often came with her. The wood was all stacked, both out in the back and some in the iron stand by the fireplace. He double-checked that the wood, paper, and fire starter were in place in the large stone hearth. Then he straightened the area rugs.
Scrubbing a hand over his full beard as his eyes canvassed the spacious living room one last time, he mentally ticked off the checklist in his head. He’d made sure to put some potted poinsettia plants on the mantel above the fireplace, on the long dining room table and living room coffee table, and on tables by the front door and up in the master bedroom to add splashes of color for her. He didn’t make that personal touch for many of his clients, but he did leave cut flowers for some; the ones he knew appreciated it. The Harrisons, both Tess and her brothers, were good people he respected, and he knew she’d appreciate the gesture.
Ah, who was he kidding? He did it for Tess because he liked her. She was plain nice and goddamned gorgeous. Not many women caught his eye anymore, but she always had. He could admit a . . . tiny crush, if he had to label it, to himself. Hell, he was a thirty-eight-year-old man, fit and prime—he couldn’t imagine any normal man could resist a tiny crush on a woman like Tess Harrison.
Even if she’d stung him with an insult last year that he still hadn’t shaken off.
One day he’d been over there to take out the trash as he always did twice a week. Tess had struck up a conversation with him, mentioned she’d gone hiking up the mountain by herself the evening before, making it home just before dusk.
“By yourself? Close to dark?” His eyes had narrowed.
“Um, yeah.” She’d cocked her head at him and put her hands on her hips. “Jeez, I know I’m a city girl and all, but sometimes I think you seem to think I can’t take care of myself.”
He’d actually blushed. “No, no, I didn’t mean to—that is, I’m sorry if it seems that way. I just . . .” He’d huffed out a laugh, a mixture of frustration and self-deprecation. “Look, my master’s certificate was in disaster mental health and trauma studies—crisis counseling, dealing with disasters—so my mind has a tendency to go to a worst-case scenario.” His shoulders lifted as he shifted his stance and admitted, “What I’m trying to say is, it means I worry about people. I never meant to imply you’re not a capable woman. If it seemed that way, I sincerely apologize.”
“No apologies necessary. That you worry about people is . . . nice.” She’d stared at him with a look of amazement. “Um . . . that’s an interesting thing. The certificate. You have a master’s degree?”
“Yeah. In social work. Why?”
“No reason. I was merely curious. I . . .” She’d cocked her head to the side, studying him as if she’d found a rare specimen or something. “I’m just surprised. I mean, you work here, doing this for a living, so . . .”
Something in his gut churned. He’d always thought her not to be one of the megarich megasnobs. He’d pegged her as not entitled and kinder, an exception to the rule. Man, did he hate being wrong on that one. It stung more than he’d thought it should. But he’d schooled his features into neutrality. “Ahh. You didn’t think a big lumberjack type like me would be so highly educated, huh?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she’d said, but her face had started to bloom hot pink.
“Uh-huh.” His temper had flared, but he kept his voice cool. “Well. Hate to burst your bubble, but I actually graduated summa cum laude.”
He’d watched her marine-blue eyes widen a bit as the color bloomed in her face, betraying her.
“Logan, I didn’t mean to imply you were—” She’d visibly cringed, and he took some comfort in that. “It’s obvious you’re a smart man, but I didn’t think you’d have a master’s, that’s all.”
“Because I’m a house manager for a living? Careful, Miss Harrison,” he’d said slowly. He grinned, a hollow one, and couldn’t keep himself from adding, “Your blue blood’s showing.”
That blood had flooded her face, but she hadn’t looked away. “Again, I really didn’t mean it the way it sounded. But if that’s how you perceived it, I apologize. It sounded horribly judgmental and I’m very sorry.”
He’d shaken his head, his grin leisurely, belying the burn he’d felt in his chest. “Don’t sweat it.”
“No, I am sweating it. You were right; I made an unfair assumption. I’m sorry.” She’d peered up at him more closely. “But I admit it, now I’m curious. How’d a guy with a master’s in social work end up being a house manager for a living? Must be an interesting journey there. I’d love to hear it.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” He hadn’t meant to sound churlish, but it had come out as something of a growl. “Trust me.”
“Um . . . okay.” She’d looked sheepish. His sharp words had been a reprimand, clearly not what she’d expected, and she’d blinked before clearing her throat. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
He’d quietly said good-bye and walked away.
That was last March, almost a year ago, and it still burned his ass when he thought of it. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out why. He’d always thought she wasn’t uppity and haughty like most of his superwealthy clients . . . between that incorrect assessment and the tiny crush he’d always harbored, her disparaging words had stung, left a bad taste in his mouth. She’d gone back home two days after that, so they hadn’t spoken again—he hadn’t even seen her, only talked to her briefly on the phone about closing the house up. And when he’d gotten there, the house feeling empty without her presence, he’d found a cream-colored envelope on the granite kitchen counter with his name on it. She’d left two crisp hundred-dollar bills for him, a generous and unnecessary tip that was likely more about assuaging her guilt than his skills, which had only served to leave him even more agitated.
Plain and simple, he’d been disappointed—both that he’d thought her to be different and that he’d been wrong about her. Hell, she’d apologized immediately and seemed truly mortified that she’d insulted him, and he’d believed her when she’d said she hadn’t meant to insult him at all. But the damage was done; it’d changed how he thought of her.
Now, as if on cue, he heard activity outside. Running a hand through his hair and over his beard, Logan went to meet his formerly favorite client.
Opening the front door, he waved as he made his way down the steps and to the driveway to meet the sleek black Escalade parked there. The driver was already at the back, pulling out suitcases, and Logan heard the familiar yippy bark of Bubbles, Tess’s Maltese, from inside the truck. A grin curved his lips. He couldn’t help it; he liked that dog. She was spunky and cute as could be.
“How’s it goin’, Clay?” Logan said to the chauffeur with a quick handshake.
“Hey, Carter. Goin’ fine, thanks. You?” Clay asked as he grabbed another suitcase.
“Fine. Here, let me help you with those.”
“Nah, I’ve got ’em.” Clay hauled out the last bag. “I’ll take these straight into the foyer.”
“If you insist. Door’s open. Good to see you.”
“You too. Take care.”
Logan turned to see Tess emerge from the truck and his breath caught. Damn. Seeing her never failed to stir something inside him. She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen with his own eyes, anywhere, ever. Her dark corkscrew curls tumbled down the back of her red parka, almost to her very fine ass. Standing tall at five foot ten, her height might have intimidated other men, but Logan was six-four, so he liked that he didn’t have to look too far down to talk to her. Her willowy body was made to glide and strut down a catwalk, but she’d likely dismiss the notion. Those long, long legs were encased in black leggings and knee-high black leather boots and he admired them as discreetly as possible. He’d always been a leg man, and her shapely, graceful ones were out of this world.
Finally, he met her eyes. Those brilliant blues were sparkling, and she was smiling as she approached him. She always looked happy or at least content—he didn’t think he’d ever seen her in a bad mood. To him, her friendly personality made her as beautiful as her physical appearance; women like that were rare.
He took a deep breath and shook himself mentally. This woman sometimes put him under a spell. Apparently, even though he hadn’t seen her in almost a year and he didn’t think of her as he once had, her magic hadn’t changed.
He cleared his throat and grinned. “Hi, Tess. Good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too!” She went right to him, stopping only a few steps away. Her dog wiggled in the cradle of her arms, yipping and wagging her tiny tail. “Hope you had a good Christmas?”
“It was nice, thank you,” Logan said. “Quiet.” Just him and his mom, at her house. He’d made them dinner because she was so weak from radiation, and they’d watched It’s A Wonderful Life and White Christmas, as was their tradition. “You had a good Christmas too, I hope?”
“I did, thanks.” She turned at the sound of Clay slamming the trunk closed.
“All set, Miss Harrison,” he said, moving around the truck to climb back in.
“Wait . . .” she said.
Logan watched her walk to Clay, heard her thank him, and saw her discreetly slip him what Logan was sure was a generous tip. Clay smiled and laughed at something she said, raised a hand in parting to Logan, and drove down the long, winding driveway.
She went back to Logan and said, “I’m glad to see you here but a bit surprised. Were you waiting for me?”
“I was,” he said. “Just to make sure you got settled in all right. You said it was a spur-of-the-moment trip when you called, so . . .” He lifted a hand to rub the head of the ten-pound dog squirming in her arms. “Hey, Bubbles. Hello, you tiny princess.”
The dog barked and licked his hand, squirming even harder.
“Thank you for waiting,” Tess said. “You didn’t have to. I’m sure you’ve got your hands full; I know it’s the busy season here.” Her breath escaped in white puffs.
“No problem at all.” Logan waved a dismissive hand. “More bags than usual, I noticed. How long are you staying?”
“Actually, I’m not sure.” She shifted the dog in her arms for a better hold. “Definitely until the end of February, possibly longer. I’ll see. For once in my life, I’m playing it by ear.”
“Really?” Logan’s eyes widened a bit and his brows lifted. The longest any of the Harrisons had stayed for a visit had been two weeks. Curiosity pricked him.
“Mm-hmm.” She grinned and added, “So you’ll be seeing more of me, I suppose.”
“I have no problem with that,” Logan said. “C’mon, let’s get you both inside; it’s cold out.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his ski jacket, he stepped aside to let her walk before him. He couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips and her long, long hair as she moved. She’d be in Aspen for two months, maybe longer? That bit of interesting news, along with seeing her, had brightened his day. Maybe his whole week. In spite of having his guard up around her, there were few women he enjoyed looking at more than Tess Harrison.