Jessica stood in the bathroom, holding her stomach. Her usual nerves performing on stage had kicked into overdrive. Singing at Ziggy’s, or anywhere else in Missoula, had stopped the horrific anxiety, the blinding terror. To return now of all times? She blotted beads of perspiration from her upper lip and leaned over the counter, making faces at her reflection. Three episodes of dry heaves led her to wanting to down a shot of vodka. She’d almost succumbed to the desire. Almost.

But this was a Christmas show, a last-minute addition for her to sing two songs. Then she’d be whisked away to a party. One more day of this shit then she could go home. Just one more day. She smiled and stood taller, breathing in and out. In and out.

“There you are. We need to get you to wardrobe.”

She shook her head as Tanya popped into the bathroom. She hadn’t been able to go anywhere alone. “Where is my guitar?’

“I swear to God, it’s in your dressing room. I threatened the little elf man myself that if one tiny scratch was put on the case, he’d be getting more like rocket bombs in his stocking this year.”

Bursting into laughter, Jessica realized this was the first time she’d seen the girl even smiling. “I love that you…” Her stomach lurched, and she slapped her hand over her mouth.

“Are you okay? You look white as a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. “I’m just—” She turned in a split second and raced for the stall, managing to fall to her knees and yank her hair away from her mouth before she tossed her cookies. The nasty sound echoed as she retched, vomiting up what had been her attempt at eating dinner. Wheezing, she slapped for the toilet paper, choking and laughing at the same time. If only her fans could see her now.

“Oh my God. I need to tell the concert director.”

“No! I’m fine, Tanya. A little secret.” Jessica wiped her mouth and sat back. “I’m a closet nervous wreck just before a show. Started a few years ago.”

“That’s terrible. You sure you can do this?”

Jessica struggled to get to her knees. She was going to do this. Nothing was going to prevent her from getting on a plane and going back home. She’d sing to the Queen of England tonight if she had to. Inhaling, she walked back toward the sink, stumbling only once. “How about making certain I have some bottled water in the dressing room?”

“You got it! I’ll come get you in about twenty minutes.” Tanya winked before leaving the room.

She rubbed smudged eyeliner from under her eyes and thought about Stoker. No, he hadn’t called and neither had she, but right now, just thinking about him was giving her the last hint of strength needed. All the contracts were signed, the band well-rehearsed, the last two tracks recorded and promotional work on overdrive. She could go home with a clear conscience knowing she wasn’t leaving Montana anytime soon. That, would put her gorgeous, sexy, incredible fiancé into a fabulous state of mind for the holiday.

That and her surprise gift. Yes, Tanya had been mighty persuasive in helping her get everything she wanted out of Mr. Gillespie. The town of Missoula wouldn’t know what hit them.

Fifteen minutes later, she was more than ready, even eager for the show. This was the culmination of a successful trip and she was like a kid, ready for the next chapter. She stood in front of the television set, practicing her breathing exercises. She flipped channels until she found a station closer to home. When a news bulletin caught her attention, she scrambled to turn up the volume.

“And in other news, the blizzard moving in from the Alberta region of Canada is one of the strongest in years. Record snowfalls have occurred in portions of Oregon and upper Montana and with the anticipated swing down to the south, you can expect to see huge numbers on the radar. Reports are already in of airport closures so if you’re going home for Christmas, you may need a little help from Santa Claus.”

Jessica froze, eyeing the map. Missoula was in the area anticipating two feet of snow. The scheduled time? The twenty-second into the twenty-third of December. “Oh, no. This can’t be happening.”

“We are ready!” Tanya burst in.

“Just wait. One more second.”

“I gave you all the time I could. We have to go.”

Clenching the remote, she swayed back and forth. “I have to get out of here.”

“Now?” Tanya huffed, the sound exaggerated.

“Right after the show. You need to change my reservations and I don’t care what you have to do. I need to get home before the blizzard hits.”

“Okay. I’ll do what I can. Just come on.”

Remaining in a fog as she was led toward the stage, her thoughts were all over the place. What if she couldn’t get home? There was no way Stoker would believe her. She would call him right after the show, then grab her things. Whatever flight or connection, she was getting home.

“Miss Dunn. Right over here. The band is set.”

She heard the stagehand’s voice and followed his directions. When she was standing in front of the microphone, shadowed by the dark setting, she closed her eyes. She could get through this. Two songs. Nothing more.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are so pleased to bring you a very special guest to the show tonight. She brings with her a huge amount of talent as well as a new sound. Please welcome, Jessica Dunn.”

The audience responded, clapping and cheering as shimmering blue lights highlighted her position. She waved and gripped the microphone. “Thank you so much. I’m very glad to be here. Tonight, I have two incredible songs for you. The first holds a very special place in my heart. Home for the Holidays. My home? Missoula, Montana, or what so many call God’s country. Now, I know why. I hope you enjoy.” She took a step back as the audience settled in, the clapping dying down. Looking over at her band, they acknowledged with a nod.

Then the music started.

“I’ll be home for Christmas, just you wait and see. Please have snow and mistletoe and stockings by the tree.” Her voice was clear, the new sound exactly as they’d performed and she smiled, seeing only Stoker’s face in her mind. As the song continued, she eased the microphone from the stand, walking closer to the edge of stage. Everyone she could see was engaged, swaying back and forth. She felt better than she had in years, her voice strong, the band with perfect timing.

“I’ll be home for Christmas, if on-ly in my dreams.” The lights were dimmed, and she slowly dropped her head.

The roar of the crowd was overwhelming.

The moment Jessica lifted her head and took a step, she panicked, the old feeling settling in. She was frozen, unable to move. Blackness surrounded her. She clenched the microphone to her chest and sucked in air. Everything was a blur.

“Jessica. Are you all right?”

“I’m okay. Just—”

Wham!

* * *

The snow had been falling for over twelve hours. The team was huddled several miles away from the fire, resting for the night. Temporary shelters had been created in hopes they would sleep. Stoker shivered and pulled the covering around his shoulders. There would be no rest for him tonight. The work had been difficult given the weather conditions, but they’d been able to eat away at the fuel, creating various trenches around a section of the fire. Their attempting at diverting away from Billings appeared successful.

Antonio removed his cap and wiped his face. “Listen up. The initial attack was exactly what we wanted but the forecast isn’t getting any better. I have Boone out checking wind speeds and the humidity level, but I think we both know the wind direction has changed. If this pattern continues, we might have a Fire Devil on our hands.”

Landen rose to his feet, walking closer. “Embers are flying everywhere. If we have a Fire Devil, how the hell are we going to save the city?”

“Please tell me they’ve evacuated,” Riker asked from his crouching position.

“Not yet. The Mayor is hesitant given the holiday. The fire is still ten miles away at this point.”

“Ten miles? That’s nothing when it comes to a fire like this,” Stoker snarled.

“I know that,” Antonio snapped then held out his hand. “We’re all exhausted. Get some rest.”

Garcia laughed. “How can you rest during this? We don’t have a handle on the fire.”

“We’re doing what we can,” Antonio said, his tone softened.

Stoker jumped to his feet, grabbing his ax. “I’m taking a walk.”

“Don’t do this. Stay with the team.” Antonio grabbed his arm.

Looking down, Stoker inhaled. “Then a team goes out. We need to see up on that ridge to make certain the fire isn’t creeping up on us. That’s what we do.”

The group remained quiet, all eyes on Antonio.

“All right. Take Garcia and Landen. Go as far as the ridge line. Stay in contact. I’m going to call into the hanger and get an update. By the time you get back, we should know what to expect.”

Nodding, Stoker headed out. The others could catch up. He trudged through the snow, using his flashlight to look up at the trees every so often.

“Stoker. Hold on,” Garcia exclaimed.

“This fire isn’t contained, and you and I know it.”

“Maybe so, but we need to make a plan,” Landen said as he moved beside Stoker.

“The plan is not to be boxed in. Get it?” Stoker said between clenched teeth. A gust of wind hit him in the face. “Shit. This isn’t good.”

Garcia mumbled and swung the ax, cutting through some brush. “Let’s just get through this.”

“Amen,” Landen added. “I have a wonderful gal to get back to or she’ll kick my ass.”

Stoker shuddered hearing his words.

They continued walking as the wind swirled. Every step, every long stride became almost impossible.

Stoker stopped momentarily as the others moved forward. Taking a deep whiff, he shook his head, a moment of real fear rushing through his system. The smoke was getting closer.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Look over there,” Garcia instructed, pointing to a cleared area through the trees.

Stoker closed the distance until they stood in a small clearing overlooking a deep valley. Thousands of embers were flying in the sky, and everywhere they landed a new fire began. “This isn’t good. Giovanni,” he called into the radio.

“Here. The weather is getting worse. Get back here. We’re going to have to abandon.” Antonio’s voice was rattled.

“The fire is exploding down in the valley,” Stoker called.

“The fire is crawling up the mountain!” Landen called.

“Get back here. Now!” Antonio commanded.

“Will do. Come on, let’s get rolling.”

Garcia yelped as he trudged from the area. “That shit is moving faster than I’ve seen. We need to get out of here.”

“We’re going. We’re going!” Landen added as the men jogged, stumbling in the snow.

Whoosh! Boom!

They heard explosions behind them, no doubt from flammable substances. Embers and burning chunks showered over them.

Stoker huffed and turned around, squinting toward the sky. “Goddamn it.” He could see flames, forming over the tops of the trees, the wind acting like a blowtorch. “Get the team moving. The fire is on its way.” The call into the radio was met with crackling sounds. “Fuck this shit! Move!”

Crack! Boom!

Even from the distance, the falling trees seemed to rattle the earth beneath them. The moment they rushed into camp, they could see another line of fire coming from the opposite direction. Stoker lowered his ax and moaned. They were trapped.

* * *

“You gave us quite a scare, young lady.”

Jessica blinked as she tried to focus. She recognized Mark’s voice. The light was bright, forcing her to wince. “What… What happened?” She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers.

“You fainted on stage,” Mark said and patted her hand. “There was a glorified Doc in the Box across the street. You seem just fine.”

“How long have I been here?” she asked as she tried to sit up. A wave of nausea forced her to lie back down.

“Long enough for them to run some tests.”

“Tests? I didn’t authorize anything.” Now, she was pissed. “I need to get out of here.”

“Just wait for the doctors. Just blood tests. Nothing horrific, my dear. You might have a vitamin deficiency.”

Jessica huffed and managed to sit up. “I have stage fright that sometimes overwhelms me. I thought I was cured, but obviously not. I need to get on a flight.”

“Tanya mentioned it. She’s working on getting your flights rescheduled, but do you think leaving is best for you, right now?” Mark kept his voice soothing.

She huffed and shook her head. “Being home is the best thing for me.” She slipped off the cot and searched for anything belonging to her.

“Hold on. Let me get the doctor.” Mark seemed flustered.

“I’m fine, Mark. I apologize for fainting. Didn’t mean to mess up the Christmas show.” She needed her phone. “Where’s my phone?”

“I think Tanya has it. You didn’t ruin anything at all. In fact, the PR we’re getting on this is amazing.”

She rolled her eyes and almost jumped on Tanya when she entered the room. “Did you change the schedule? Do I have a plane out of here tonight? What are the connections? Will I be able to get into Missoula before the twenty-fifth? Do you have my phone?”

Tanya looked at Mark then gripped Jessica’s arms. “Calm down. I have your phone. I’ll get it for you. The flight? Another story. Almost everything is cancelled.”

“What? No. No! This can’t be happening.”

“Calm down,” Mark said as he walked closer to the door. “I’m going to get a doctor.”

Jessica breathed out. “No flights at all?” Think. Think how you can get there.

“There’s one to Casper right now but then nothing to get you to Missoula.”

“Casper, Wyoming?”

Tanya nodded. “Yeah and that’s only if the storm doesn’t head that way.”

“Book it. I don’t care at this point. I’ll find a way to Missoula.” Jessica paced the room.

“Jess, that’s almost a nine-hour drive if the conditions are good. The conditions are terrible. Do you understand?” Mark asked. “You should wait until the storm passes.”

She swayed back and forth then almost fell onto the bed.

“That’s it. I’m getting the doctor.” Mark rushed out of the room.

“Tanya, listen to me. Book the flight and see if there’s a train or any kind of rental car you can get me. I must get home. The gift we talked about?”

“You’re asking for miracles.”

Jessica couldn’t help but grin. “Important to me. Just get everything together when you can. I need my phone. Please. There is a phone call that’s long overdue.”

“I understand.” Smiling, Tanya left the room.

As soon as she did, Jessica eased down on the bed, tears slipping past her lashes. She’d fucked up everything. Everything that was important in her life. He’d never forgive her for not being able to get home. Never. She would get there. She’d find some truck she could borrow and drive there. Yes, in the damn snow. One way or the other, she was getting there.

“Here’s your phone. You have a couple of missed calls.” When Jessica looked at her, she flushed. “I accidentally hit the button. I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” She didn’t need to see who had called. Stoker would be calling to warn her. Biting her lip, she counted to five then hit send. His phone rang and rang. When his sexy tone came on the voice mail, she doubled over, shaking back and forth. “Stoker. I know you’re angry with me, especially now with the snowstorm, but I’m coming home. I found a way. I wanted you to know that I’m flying into Casper and from there, I don’t know, but I’ll call you.” She heard a blip and glanced at the phone’s screen. Shannon. Yes, the entire town had heard about the snow storm by now. Ignoring it, she exhaled.

“Baby, I miss you. We shouldn’t have argued. That was silly. I don’t need my career, but I need you. You are my light and my life. You’re the reason I enjoy life again. I’m coming home, baby, and we’re going to have the best Christmas. I promise.”

As soon as she ended the call, Shannon buzzed in. “Hey, my friend. How are you? How’s the weather?”

“Are you coming home?” Shannon asked.

Jessica sensed a tenseness in her friend’s voice. “Yes, long story and I might be coming in on the twenty-fourth, but I’ll get there. Is Stoker pissed?” The strangled sound made her grip the phone. “What’s wrong?”

“Jessica, honey. I have to tell you something.”

“What? What do you need to tell me?” She jerked to her feet, her entire body shaking. When Shannon hesitated, she half screamed. “Tell me!”

“It’s Stoker and all of the team. They’re missing in action. They had a fire and no one has heard from them in almost a day. Landen. I haven’t heard from him at all. Nothing. I’m so worried.”

“What?” Jessica turned in a full circle as lights flashed in front of her eyes.

“Miss Dunn, I understand—”

Seeing the doctor bursting into the room, she threw out her arm. “Shannon. Nothing?”

“The fire. It’s bad, honey. Bad,” Shannon whispered.

Jessica allowed the phone to drop and she crumpled to her knees. They were supposed to have planned their wedding and spend the rest of their lives together. No. No!

“Miss Dunn. I need a nurse,” he called over his shoulder. “Let’s get you back to bed. We should talk.”

* * *

Jessica held her briefcase close as the plane rattled and kicked, turbulence shifting the small jet back and forth. The journey to get where she was had taken several hours. Dawn was just over the horizon, but the light was dim, as gray as her mood. She blinked away tears as she glanced outside. Snow continued falling, swirling in the almost puffy cloud like formations. This had been the last plane allowed into Casper, at least from what the captain had said. She remained anxious, her heart racing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be arriving in just a few minutes. Sorry about the bumpy flight. The blizzard is moving fast. You’re definitely going to have a white Christmas.”

The captain’s deep voice was meant to be soothing, a comfort in the storm. There was nothing that could soothe her, except seeing Stoker. She’d made one last call before she’d gotten on the plane. No news. What she’d learned had been bad enough. The team had been caught in the mountain range, fire on three sides. While the majority of communication to the various smokejumping teams had been cut off for a short period of time, almost everyone had been accounted for. Almost.

She sniffed and forced back the tears. Crying at this point wasn’t going to do any good. While Tanya had tried her best to get some sort of connection, there wasn’t even a mule available at this point. Her only hope? Hitching a ride. She bit back bile, willing her stomach to settle. Several people on board had thrown up at least once. She refused.

A second of an almost clear view popped up, allowing her to see just how close they were to the runway. She braced herself, gripping the arms and closing her eyes.

Bap! Bam! Thud!

The movement jerked her forward. When she heard the engine slowing, she opened her eyes. They were safe. The plane was taxiing to the gate and she peered out, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Casper. What a little town.

After exiting the plane, she grabbed her carry-on bag and waited until her guitar was sent through the luggage system. The rest of her items remained in California. She’d send for them later. What she needed didn’t amount to anything, except for Stoker and Mac and her new home. They were the only things that mattered to her. She kept everything close as she made her way to an information desk, waiting in line as every ugly thought she’d had returned, violating what was left of her rational mind.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked, her face pinched.

“I need a ride to Missoula, Montana. It’s imperative that I get there.” Jessica fell over the counter, panting.

“You can try the rental cars.”

“You don’t understand. There are no rental cars. I checked. I’ve called everyone. Everyone. Do you hear me? I have to get there. This is an emergency.”

“Ma’am. I’m sorry. I’m just the information desk.” The woman tried to smile.

Jessica groaned, exasperated. “Then where do I go? There has to be a way.”

The woman leaned over, looking from right to left. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but they always have a couple of cars in reserve. Tell them you’ll pay double.”

She smiled and looked up toward the ceiling. “Thank you! Santa is going to be very good to you this year!” Jessica had a slight spring to her step as she headed down the hall, searching for any signs. She finally stepped on the escalator and lugged everything onto the platform. The damn thing was going too slowly. She started walking down, her eyes searching anything and everything.

When she was on the first floor, she could see a group of kiosks on the right. Rental car city. There were no lines, but she found a single human. “Hi. Can you help me? I need to rent a car to go to Missoula.”

“We have no cars. Besides, half the roads are almost shut down. You don’t go north.”

Shut down? This couldn’t be happening. The older man was grumpy and she knew why. “I can and I will,” she huffed and knew she was getting nowhere. “Look, I have it on good authority that you have a few cars you hold back.”

He raised a single bushy eyebrow and stopped what he was doing, inching closer.

“Don’t you? I’ll pay anything you like. I don’t care. I have to get to Missoula. My fiancé is trapped in the mountains. He’s a smokejumper and they don’t know where he is. See? Don’t you understand?” Her tone was shrill, loud. She slapped her hand on top of the small counter. “Triple. I’ll pay triple.”

The man shifted but remained quiet.

“Please!” Jessica’s voice had risen. “This is very important. Our first Christmas together. I know he’ll come home. I just know he will. Please. One car. Anything you have. I’ll take good care of it. I promise.”

Exhaling, the man moved closer. “I’m really sorry. We honestly don’t have anything at all.”

By this point, she could see a crowd of people, all in tune to what she was saying. “Oh, please. You must have something. A clunker.”

“Not a single one. I’m really sorry.”

Dropping her head, the tears flowed. “I can’t lose him. I can’t. Not now. You don’t understand.”

“I’m just so sorry.”

She turned around, biting back the tears. “Can I catch a ride with anyone? I don’t know Wyoming. I admit, but anywhere close? Please?”

The majority of the crowd smiled then looked down, as if terrified of her request.

Laughing to keep from sobbing, she moved toward the floor to ceiling windows, palming the glass. What the hell was she going to do? She had no idea. None. She was forced to wait until the storm passed. How long would that take? Please, please let me get home. She eased the guitar case down to the floor and watched as the ice crystals trickled to the ground, creating a blanket of white. This, she couldn’t do alone. As minutes passed, the crowd dissipated, as if her touching story was yesterday’s news.

In the dimness of the light, she could see a man approach, his hands in his pockets. Bristling, his presence appeared menacing, yet he kept his distance, shifting from foot to foot. She kept her position, her heart racing. She’d never felt so alone in her entire life.

“I can take you there.”

Jessica heard the twang in his voice, the tone laced with kindness. Trusting a stranger was against her nature. Stupid. She could be raped. Murdered. Exhaling, she turned around, shoving her back against the glass. At least she could call for security if the mystery man went nuts. The oversized guy reminded her of Riker, all muscles and tattoos.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, then nodded as he glanced from right to left.

“What am I thinking?”

“That I’m a serial killer.” Grinning, he turned in a full circle.

An unexpected laugh slipped from her mouth. “You are dangerous looking.”

“Been told that more than a few times.” He waited as if that would do the trick. “My mama would beat my ass if I hurt a lady, especially one as pretty as you are.”

She looked down from his bulky jacket to his worn Levi’s and scuffed boots. “I like your mama.”

He grinned again, this time taking a single step closer. “I’m Dawson Smith. I have a run to make tonight and if I don’t get to my destination, I can’t go home to my family. It would be a pleasure having company along for the ride.”

“A run?” Jessica found herself walking in his direction.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m a trucker. Big rig?”

“Oh.” A semi would be able to get through the storm with no problem. She continued to hesitate, but there was no other choice. “Not out of your way?”

“Only a few miles. Hearing that story of yours brought tears to my eyes. So, I want to help you. If I can, I mean.”

“Why are you here?”

“Oh, I thought I was picking up a buddy, but his flight was delayed. You’re lucky you got here.”

Some luck. Folding her arms, she surveyed the floor of the airport. The crowd was thinning out, no doubt travelers going home to their families, ready for a holiday feast. “I just…”

“Let me show you my driver’s license and I have a union card. It’s not much to tell you who I am, but maybe you won’t be afraid of me any longer.” He shoved his hand into his back pocket, yanking out his wallet. Fumbling, he jerked out two pieces of identification, thrusting them in her direction. “See? I have a wife and two kids too. I can show you their pictures.”

She inched closer, peering down. “No need, Dawson. I think you just might be my angel in disguise.” The sight of his beaming face, the way his eyes twinkled with the simple compliment gave her a smile.

“Okay then. Let’s get going. The trip might be rough.”

“What I have to face is much rougher. I can handle anything at this point.”

Dawson helped her with her things as they braced the weather, walking to an almost empty parking lot. She clung to the guitar, rubbing the case as she did everything she could to remain calm. Unfortunately, she was close to losing it.

“Hand me the guitar,” he said after unlocking the passenger door. When he reached out, she pulled back.

“I have it.”

Cocking his head, he nodded and helped her into the seat.

She’d never been inside the cab of a large rig and was surprised at the amount of room behind the front seats. The area was made up as sleeping quarters, complete with a small refrigerator and a television. She swallowed and carefully placed the guitar behind her.

Dawson climbed inside, immediately starting the engine and turning up the heat. “You’re a musician.”

“I am.” She looked around, blinking as several strings of colorful LED lights lit up the entire cab.

“I like lights,” he mumbled.

“They’re very… pretty.”

“Christmas is my favorite holiday.”

She nodded, wishing this Christmas could be hers. Even with the light of morning, there was little to see given the storm. “I’m Jessica, Jessica Dunn.”

“Pretty name. Would I have heard you on the radio before?” He snickered as he slid the gear shift into drive. “I’m kind of old fashioned. I like the local radio.”

“I don’t blame you. I don’t think you would have. I haven’t been played in a long time.” She rubbed her hands together then blew on them as he rolled out of the parking lot and onto a two-lane road. The snow was flying, hitting the windshield with sharp pings.

“This is a bad storm, one of the worst this early in the year.”

“I’ve heard.”

“You’re not from around here,” he said as he darted a look in her direction.

“I am now.” Her throat closing, she made a choking sound and buried her face into her hands, now unable to stop the tears. She coughed and offered a single smile. “Where are you from?”

“Well, truth is, once you’re in this seat, you’re kind of from everywhere. My wife wants me to find another career, but I’m not cut out for a day job.” His laughter echoed in the space.

“Truckers are needed.”

“That’s what I keep telling her.” Dawson drove to the end of the parking lot. “Lordy. I’m so sorry about the fire you were talking about. My brother-in law is a jumper, ’cept he’s in California. We’re not close, but I know what it’s like to worry.”

Jessica reached out to Stoker in her mind, willing him to hear her, to see her. Stay with me. Don’t you dare leave me! Sniffing, she wiped her eyes and pounded her fists against her legs. “This is worse than you know.”

“Do you believe in Christmas magic?”

The question was so unexpected, the words asked with such care that she turned her head. She knew instinctively the man had seen his share of wretched times. “I’m not sure I do.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so, I can tell you that it exists. I know firsthand. That man of yours knows you’re waiting for him. He’s coming back to you. That’s the magic of the season. Trust me, little lady. I believe.”

His conviction was evident in his firm grip on the steering wheel, his pensive face and the words stated with an air of authority. She took comfort in the small gift. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’ll see. I promise you.” He turned on the radio and found a holiday station and in the next few seconds was whistling. “If you’re hungry, I have a stash of goodies. My Betsy hooked me up real good. I have cookies and even some fudge left. You can have anything you want.”

She reached over, her actions apprehensive, then patted his arm. “Thank you for your kindness. If you don’t mind, I would like to close my eyes for a few minutes.”

Dawson opened his eyes wide and nodded. “Hold on. Let me grab something.”

Shrinking into the seat, she studied the almost white out conditions, the truck’s headlights barely illuminating the deserted road.

He reached behind him, pulling a pillow to the front. “This might make you feel more comfortable. I’ll need to stop for gas and I’ll wake you then, but you just rest now and think of Santa Claus and his reindeer. They’ll help bring your smokejumper home. I guarantee it.”

She placed the pillow against the window and leaned against. Exhausted and listless, her heavy eyelids closed, and she smiled as images of Santa and his flying reindeer danced in front of her. Maybe she should believe in miracles. Life was so precious.

As she drifted off to sleep, she could swear her angel trucker was singing.

“I’ll be home for Christmas…”

“Time to open your packages,” Stoker said, his face beaming.

“You’ve bought me too much already,” Jessica purred as she crossed her legs, scooting closer to the Christmas tree. She laughed as MacGyver trampled over her, dragging out a present from under the tree.

“He knows his gifts.” The words were said proudly.

“He’s such a baby. Come here, Mr. Wiggles. There’s plenty of toys under this tree.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in, enjoying every moment.

“Open it. Come on.”

As she fingered the festive bow, knowing there was no way he’d wrapped the precious gift, she started to cry…

“Miss Dunn?”

Jessica opened her eyes. Who was calling her?

“Miss Dunn? We’re making a stop.”

The voice was a deep baritone, soft and comforting. She jerked up. “Stoker!”

“No, ma’am. Just Dawson. I gotta get gas and it might be the last time you can get a drink or go to the ladies’ room. If ya need, I mean.”

She rubbed her eyes as the horrid realization shifted back into her mind. “Dawson. Where are we?” The sky was darker, but the snow continued to fall.

“A couple hours outside of Missoula. Took me longer to get here than expected. Roads are ice patches.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Hours. You needed the sleep. Come on. Why don’t we get something hot to drink?”

Somehow, she made it into the truck stop, shivering the entire way. She stood inside the brightly lit area, holding her arms as she processed what had occurred. Her hands were almost numb from the walk alone and she struggled to tug her phone from her pocket. The moment she pressed the button, she moaned. Her battery was almost dead, let alone there was almost no reception. She had to try. She had to know if there was any news.

Jessica paced the floor as she dialed and redialed Shannon’s number. Finally, the call was connected. She stood still as the phone rang, the sound choppy as the reception moved in and out.

“Jes…ca.”

“Shannon. Can you hear me?” A single crackling turned into a long hiss. “Shannon!”

“Here. You okay?

“I’m fine. What about Stoker. Any news?”

“He’s—”

The call died, and Jessica shook her phone. “Please. Please.” After two retries, she gave up and went to find a bathroom. Two hours to Missoula. She would be home soon.

She made her way back to the truck and hunkered over until Dawson arrived.

“I didn’t know if you had any money. I took the liberty of getting you some hot chocolate and a sandwich. You need to eat.”

“I’m fine.”

He looked over as he shoved the key into the ignition. “I know better. Seen my wife this way twice. Eat. I’ll get you there as soon as possible.”

“I appreciate it.” This way? Terrified and nearly looney?

“We’re almost there. Eat.”

No food would ever taste good.

He turned the key.

Rrrr…

“Shit!” Dawson exclaimed. “Damn rig.”

“No. No! We have to get there.”

“She’s cranky, like me. We’ll give her a second. That’s all she needs.”

Jessica held the cocoa in her hands and rocked forward and backward.

“Tell me about him.”

“Stoker?”

“Your man.”

“He’s dangerous and loving. He’ll give you the shirt off his back. He loves animals and he’s…” She laughed. “He’s stubborn and refuses to listen. He was a marine and was captured. He thought he was the cause for his best friend getting injured. That changed him. He’s full of life but also anger. And I love him.” The last words were little more than a whisper.

Dawson exhaled and turned the key. The engine roared to life. “See? Magic. Let’s get you home.”

* * *

At ten-thirty on December 23^rd, Dawson pulled the big rig up the long driveway, parking in front of Stoker’s cabin.

“Oh my God. There are lights on. He’s here. He’s safe.” Bounding out of the cab, she tripped, falling into the snow as she struggled to get to the door. Tingling all over, she pushed her way to her feet as the sound of Mac barking inside became the best Christmas music she’d ever heard. “Stoker!” Throwing open the door, she raced inside, leaving the door open.

Woof! Woof!

Mac jumped and licked, barking in his excitement.

“Baby boy. I’m home. Where’s your daddy? Stoker!” She tried to push Mac off, but he was having none of it. “Stoker!” She laughed as he pawed her coat, her arms, his licks becoming nips. Tears ran down her face as she managed to take one and then another step toward the kitchen. Hearing footsteps, she moaned.

“Jessica.” Shannon walked out of the kitchen, her face ashen, her eyes filled with tears.

In those few seconds, Jessica’s world stopped. “No!”

“Wait. We don’t know anything. No Stoker. No Landen. Come here, girl.” Shannon rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Jessica. “Who the hell is this?”

Jessica fell into the hug, the tears continuing to fall. “Dawson. This can’t be happening.”

“I’m sorry. Just wanted to bring your things inside,” he said quietly. “If you don’t mind me asking. Any news about Stoker?”

“Nothing.” Pushing away, she shook her head, nodding to her friend. “Thank you so much for bringing me home. Please, come inside and get warm. Stay tonight. You can’t be driving in this.”

“I got to get home to my family. I hope you understand.” Dawson set her bags by the door but walked forward, her guitar in his hand. “I wanted to make certain this was safe.”

Jessica walked toward him and the moment she placed her hand on the handle, she slapped her arm around him. “Thank you. You truly are my angel.”

“Dawson. Stay just to get warm. I’ll get you some coffee to go?” Shannon asked as she moved to close the door.

Mac rubbed his face against Dawson’s legs, whining as his tail wagged.

Dawson grinned. “Mighty obliged. Hot coffee sounds good.”

“I’ll get some and wine. We need wine.” Shannon moved toward the kitchen.

Jessica turned in a full circle until her eyes locked on the bare Christmas tree, the packages nestled underneath. “Oh, God.” Tearing off her coat, she rushed toward the most beautiful tree on earth, dropping to her knees. Beautifully wrapped packages in gold and silver, red and green had been carefully placed under the tree. She fingered the red velvet, laughing as the tears continued to fall. Stoker had tried to think of everything.

“Beautiful house,” Dawson said from a distance.

“Stoker’s. We share this beautiful place together, or at least we did.”

“Don’t you go talkin’ like that. It’s almost Christmas Eve. Remember what I said to you,” he admonished.

“Your angel is right. No news at this point is good news.” Shannon walked back into the room, carrying a thermos and two glasses of wine. She offered the coffee then stood behind Jessica. “You need to know something.”

“I can’t hear any more bad news. Not right now.”

“This is wonderful, honey. Please listen to me.” Shannon’s voice was imploring. “This has been the only thing keeping me sane these last couple of days.”

Jessica sat down on the floor, accepting the wine as Shannon told a story of generosity and love, charity and giving and by the time she’d finished, the room was quiet. Stunned, she leaned over, holding her stomach. “Oh, my baby. Please come back to me.”

“Honey, he will. Have faith.”

Dawson finally cleared his throat. “This town is very lucky to have people like you. That little boy is going to live and so is Stoker.”

There was nothing else to be said.

“Thank you for the coffee. I best be on my way.” Dawson petted Mac’s head before heading for the door. He stopped and looked down, his eyes twinkling. “I’m not much of a praying man, but I don’t have to tonight. I just know. Believe, Jessica Dunn. Believe.”

“Thank you, Dawson. Merry Christmas.”

When the door was closed, Shannon fell to her knees. “Oh, honey. I miss Landen so much, but I can feel him in my heart. I can. I just…” Her words trailed off as she sobbed.

They held each other for several minutes, allowing the tears to flow.

Jessica eased back and wiped her eyes, determined to help them both get through this. “Shannon. There’s so much I need to tell you.”

* * *

As the bright sun streamed in through the front window, Jessica opened her eyes. Turning over, a brush of something against her face made her inhale. Pine needles. She looked up and realized she’d fallen asleep underneath the tree. Stretching, she slid out and sat up, glancing around the room. The fire had died down and there was a distinct chill in the air. But the cold she felt, dipping into her bones, was from fear of significant loss. She noticed Shannon still sleeping on the couch, MacGyver snoozing by the front door. Even the pup knew so many things were terribly wrong.

Shifting around, she glanced up at the tree, noticing a small envelope and could just make out her name, penned in red ink. All she had to do was reach up and grab the note. Her fingers shaking, she opened the envelope, pulling out the single sheet of paper.

“If you’re reading this, you know what I’m trying to do. You should see the little boy. So precious. I love you, Jessica Dunn, with all my heart and this will be our best Christmas.”

As she read the remaining words, she suddenly felt a moment of pure peace, as if a light was shining down through the misery. Clamoring to her feet, she rushed toward Shannon, shaking her friend’s shoulder. “Get up. We have to get dressed.”

“What? What’s going on?” Shannon moaned as she blinked and shielded her eyes. “Did you hear from Stoker?” She grabbed her phone, as if expecting to see a call from Landen. “Nothing. He hasn’t called.”

“Yes. No. Well, I know where Stoker is going to be. Come on.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to take a shower. Then we have to go. Time is running out!” She clapped her hands, a knowing settling inside. “Come on! Put some coffee on. He left me a note!” Giddy, she trotted into their bedroom, yanking out drawers until she found a pair of jeans and a sweater. This was a new beginning.

Emerging minutes later, she raced back into the living room, jumping up and down. “Shannon. Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Shannon eyed her warily as she inched out of the kitchen, a coffee cup in her hand.

“Didn’t you read the note?”

“That he’s going to meet you at the tree lot? That was written days ago. I know you want to believe but I just don’t know any longer.”

Jessica held her tongue. “Have faith in Landen. He’s as strong as Stoker. Both of them are going to come home. We have to go. Ten minutes, so if you want to change.”

“I need to feed Jace, let him out. I need… Hell, I don’t know what I need. Maybe a stiff drink.” Shannon rubbed her forehead. “He just can’t be gone.”

“He’s not and neither is Stoker. We’ll go get Jace when his daddy is home.” She held her breath, anxiety filtering into her system. This had to be true.

“You’re really going to the lot?”

“Yep.” When Shannon narrowed her eyes, she laughed. “Stoker said to meet him there. Noon today. He will be there. Landen will be there. Trust me.”

Shannon’s expression remained pensive as she walked closer. “Honey, I don’t think there’s any news.”

“I know in my gut. Dawson said to believe in Christmas magic and I am. Damn it.”

“You shouldn’t get yourself worked up like this. Maybe we just have to face facts.”

“I’m not worked up!” She bit her lip and looked down at Mac. “I know in my heart. He will be there. Okay? Let me do this. You need to do this. Landen is alive and so is Stoker.”

Hesitating, Shannon sighed then nodded. “Okay, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“Yes! I’ll get the truck warmed up. Meet you out front.”

“You said ten minutes.”

“I lied!” Grabbing her coat, Jessica opened the door, breathing in the crisp air. This was going to be the best Christmas of her life. She grabbed the keys off the hook by the front door and walked outside. “Stoker Hansen. I love you!”

Pulling the truck to the front of the cabin, she beeped the horn and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “We’re going to find daddy, Mac.” A minute later, Shannon walked outside, climbing into the passenger seat. “Hold on. I’m getting us there in time.”

“Honey, I made a few calls. You need to listen to me.”

“No, you need to listen to me. Stoker will be there. He’s never broken a promise. Don’t you understand?” Huffing, she jerked the gear into drive.

Shannon huddled in the seat beside her, her hand firmly clenched on the edge of the dashboard. “Jess, you have to listen to the news.”

“Nope.”

“They’re giving up the search.” Choking, she lowered her head into her hands, soft sobs slipping from her lips.

The words hit her hard, yet Jessica refused to believe. She envisioned Stoker’s face, his gorgeous eyes. Gripping Shannon’s arm, she shook her friend. “No. We are not doing this. Not now. Okay?”

Sighing, she sniffed then clasped her seat belt. “And what if they’re right?”

“They aren’t! I just know it. He’s alive. He’s coming home. They’re all coming home.” Jessica leaned over the steering wheel as she drove, heading for the tree lot. The card had told her everything she needed to hear. His words were his Christmas gift, a very special present.

“Jessica. Stop.” Shannon placed her hand on Jessica’s arm.

“Don’t. I refuse to believe it. Allow me this. Allow me to have some joy right now.”

After a few seconds, Shannon spoke. “I don’t want either of us hurt right now. Not like this.”

“I’m fine. We’re fine. Just believe with me.”

The drive took over thirty minutes, ten minutes before Stoker said he would be at the lot, waiting for her. He was waiting for her to come home. As she pulled into the lot and parked, a second reality set in. What if she was wrong?

“We sold every tree. Every single one, except for one saved for the family. The whole bar got together, manning the lot, making certain what Stoker started was finished. I have so much food and toys for the family. And money. My God, the amount of money. It’s amazing and wonderful.”

“What he did was so…” There were no words, no sentiment that could explain what her heart was feeling.

“I know. The whole town knows. We’ll take everything to the Michaels’ family later today. Okay?”

“No, Stoker and I will take everything to them. That’s what Stoker wants.” Jessica shut down the engine and opened the door, smiling as Mac bounded outside. The air remained bitterly cold, but the sun was bright in the sky. She closed the door and walked toward the various poles, fingering several as she envisioned the number of trees that the team had cut down in order to save the forest. Lights hung down, wires covered in snow, and even unlit, they were some of the most gorgeous decorations she’d ever seen.

“You have no idea how much work they put into this.”

“I think I do. He wanted to please me, say he was sorry. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Shannon flanked her side. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“Yes, I do. I took our relationship for granted. No more. Never again.” Sniffing, she willed the tears to remain far away. This was a time for celebration, joy. She glanced at her watch. “He should be here anytime.”

“I hope so. Dear God, I hope so.”

Five minutes turned into ten, then thirty, then an hour.

“Jess, you’re freezing,” Shannon said quietly.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am!” Jessica snapped as she turned her head. “I am and I’ll wait as long as it takes. No matter what time of day or night.”

Recoiling, Shannon walked toward the truck.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her friend dialing her phone. No doubt checking for any news. Stoker wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t die. Not like this. Another fifteen minutes passed, and Shannon remained on her phone, pacing back and forth.

Jessica watched the cars going back and forth, some slowing down as if wondering whether there were any trees left to sell. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she walked through what had been the line of trees, imagining the boys selling, laughing as they tried to become vendors. How she would have liked to see them in action. When she strolled back, Shannon was out of sight. Maybe she’d walked over to Ziggy’s or to get a cup of coffee.

The wind kicked up, sending a wafting scent of pine in her direction. She drank in the sweet perfume and watched MacGyver romping in the snow. She reached out for him, longing for a warm touch, a sweet lick. A wave of nausea roared into her stomach and she doubled over, stumbling toward the truck. He wasn’t coming. He was gone. Lost.

“Stoker!” She pitched her body against the side of the truck, her boots slipping in the snow. What was she going to do without him? She closed her eyes and grabbed onto the side mirror, saying the first prayer she’d done in so long. Please, God. I’ll do anything…

Beep!

The horn was loud, close. Too close. Jessica fell onto the snow and crouched by the wheel of the truck as Mac rushed forward. “Baby. Oh, little baby.” Hugging his neck, she heard Shannon returning and was going to be forced to admit she’d been wrong.

Woof!

Jerking out of her arms, Mac took off running.

“Wait!”

“I guess he needed to see his daddy.”

Jessica bristled hearing the male voice and looked up. Blinded by the sun, she sucked in her breath as long legs walked closer.

“Jessica. Baby!”

When the man crouched down, his eyes full of tears, she lost it. “Stoker!”

“God, baby. I’ve missed you.” Stoker pulled her into his arms and onto her knees, squeezing as he peppered her face with kisses. “I love you. I love you, Jessica Dunn.”

Woof! Woof!

“I thought…” No, she wasn’t going to say anything. She wrapped her arms around his neck as Shannon ran over, squealing.

“Don’t we get a greeting?” the second male voice chuckled as he walked closer, snow crunching beneath his feet.

“Garcia! Landen. You’re all here.” Shannon’s voice was full of tears. She threw her arms around Landen’s neck, clinging to him.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” Landen whispered as he held her.

“How? I didn’t know and I…” Gulping air, as Stoker eased them both to their feet, he cupped her face.

“Long story, baby. But we all made it. By God’s grace, we did. You’re here. You found my note.” Stoker leaned his forehead against hers, breathing out, the sound strangled.

“I did. An angel told me that you were alive. That I should believe.” Unable to stop the tears, she wept as he captured her mouth, pressing his tongue inside. At that moment, the very moment, an angel flew overhead.

From now on, she would always believe in magic.