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Chapter Ten
Helen took the opportunity to go back over everything she’d told her granddaughter so far. Stella was right—she’d done quite a bit of elaborating--and it might be difficult to remember all of the details. She realized Memory hadn’t asked her where she was visiting from, so she decided to tell her St. Charles, Illinois, if she asked since it also had a reputation as a town where the people loved Christmas, and she’d mentioned owning a Christmas shop. Helen thought she had everything sorted out so that by the time the customers left, she was ready to launch phase two of her plan—if she could call introducing herself and blundering through a conversation phase one. So far, she hadn’t done anything to help Memory have a meet-cute with Dakota. In fact, Helen hadn’t even met Dakota yet. She’d have to be patient.
“You know, dear, I’ve noticed you don’t have much of a staff,” Helen sai
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“Aunt Memory! You’re here!” Lorelei shouted as Memory came through the door of her dad’s house, the same one she’d grown up in. The four-year-old rocketed up into her arms, and Memory just got them open in time to snatch her up.“My goodness, Lor! You just saw me yesterday!” She giggled and patted her niece on the back before the girl shifted so she could see her pretty face.“I know, but we’re making gingerbread houses with Grandpa! And you can help!” Lorelei wiggled, and Memory set her down, her fingers quickly caught up in the little girl’s sticky hand as she pulled her to the kitchen.The three-bedroom ranch wasn’t nearly as big as her grandma’s house, but Memory still felt at home here. Her dad had kept the place fixed up nicely, despite his decorating challenges, and when she walked into the kitchen to see him covered with flour, Anson
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Lorelei had forgotten her gingerbread house. Memory should be a good aunt and run it over, but then she’d have to see her sister again, and she just wasn’t feeling it at the moment.Memory grabbed a wash cloth out of the drawer by the sink and turned the faucet on as her dad did his best to brush the loose flour into the trash can. Over his years as a single dad to two girls, he’d seen his fair share of messes, but she imagined he’d need a shower after this one.“How was your day, honey? You looked happier than usual when you came in—until we ruined it for you.” Bryce turned and gave her a stilted smile, the flour in his hair making him look older than his fifty-two years.“It was a good day,” Memory said, ignoring the last part of his comment because she wasn’t sure what to say. She’d planned to come in and tell him all about Ellie and how interesting s
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The ambience at the Candy Cane Lane Inn was different than Dak had been expecting when he booked his reservations months ago. From the pictures online, he’d been imagining an overly cliché family run B and B where everyone was corny and sappy, flinging Christmas in his face like it was a handful of that fake silver tinsel he used to hang on the tree as a kid—the Muzak version of a holiday classic. What he’d gotten was actually a quaint, cozy inn where the innkeepers were kind and offered plenty of activities to those who wanted to participate but didn’t hound their guests to make an appearance at every single event. Even the décor in his room was understated. While the bed linens were Christmas themed—plaids in red and white with a handmade quilt in a poinsettia pattern, the rest of the room wasn’t packed with kitsch. A small Christmas tree with tasteful, red and gold bulbs sat on the dresser, the white lights creating a s
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“Do you know them?” Dak asked, breaking off a piece of the sugar cookie he’d chosen, which happened to be in the shape of a candy cane, and popping it into his mouth.Ellie finished chewing before she said, “I met them today. At the shop. They’re very sweet. Those kids are a handful, though.”“The shop?” he repeated, not sure what she was referring to. He took a tentative sip of his cocoa and found it was the perfect temperature—not too hot, not too cold.“Oh, yes. There’s this fabulous shop downtown. They have the best Christmas decorations there, and so many treasures you won’t find anywhere else. I’d heard of it before I came to town. I used to run a similar shop, you see. Anyway, I went in today and had a look around and enjoyed myself so much, I asked the owner if she’d mind if I stick around a while, to help out. I was tickled whe
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Chicken and dumplings had sounded like a good homestyle meal, the kind that warms a person from the inside out when it’s cold outside and they need a little pick me up, but even though the diner’s fare was just as tasty as any other place Memory ever dined, she just felt off. She found herself pushing the dumplings around her plate, only eating a bite or two. The sensation that she was starving earlier had been replaced by the worry she’d gotten to know so well over the last year.“You know, your grandma tried to make chicken and dumplings one time,” her dad said, chuckling as he scooped another bite of meatloaf.Despite her disposition, Memory chuckled. “How did that turn out? Too much sugar?”Bryce snickered. “No, no she reserved sweetening the poultry for turkey. But she put way too much water into the dumpling mixture.” He laughed, slapping his hand on his thigh
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Taking another drink of her tea, Memory let Ellie eat her dinner, reflecting on how fortunate it was she’d showed up just when she was needed most. It really seemed a bit like a Christmas miracle. Her father asked where Ellie was from, and she relayed the same story Memory had heard earlier, about how she’d owned a shop in St. Charles, Illinois, though she added a few more details this time, and by the time Ellie was done with her meal, it seemed like they’d known Ellie their whole lives.Placing a hand on her belly, Ellie said, “I don’t think I could swallow another bite, but boy was that good. I was never one for making dumplings myself. I always ended up adding too much water.”“That’s funny. Dad was just saying Grandma did the same thing,” Memory said, laughing, but then thinking it was a little strange that both of them had done that.“It’s a pretty
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“Boy, is it chilly out!” she exclaimed, stomping her feet on the mat inside of the door. A small amount of snow pooled next to her black boots. She held a cup of coffee in one hand, and her other held the top of her coat closed, her large purse looped over her arm. “Brrr!”Dak turned to smile at her, waiting for her to look up before he said anything. She did—and a large grin spread across her face. “Hi, Ellie.”“Dak! Well, I’ll be done snickered! How are you?” she rushed over and enveloped him in a tight hug, as if he was her long lost son she hadn’t seen in ages instead of a stranger she’d met at an inn the day before. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. How long have you been here?”“Just a few minutes,” he assured her as she let him go. “Memory and I were just chatting.”
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