Kids By Christmas

SHE HAD NO REASON to be depressed. None whatsoever. Especially after having spent a nice Thanksgiving yesterday with her sister, Carrie, and Carrie's family. Suzanne Chauvin pulled into her driveway, the trunk of her car full of groceries, but didn't move even though she'd turned off the engine. It's the gloom,she told herself. This was her least favorite time of year, with the days so short she left the house every morning in darkness and didn't go home until after dark, too. And these past few weeks had been particularly rainy, even by Pacific Northwest standards. The drizzle and gray seemed unending. But Christmas was coming, Suzanne reminded herself, and it would be even better than Thanksgiving. This year would be special, even if she hadn't heard from the adoption agency. Special because it would be the first Christmas spent with her sister and brother since she was six years old and their family had been torn apart after their parents were killed in a car accident. So there. She had every reason in the world to be cheerful. She'd found her younger brother and sister after years of searching, had reunited with them and liked them both, had rejoiced when in turn they'd both fallen in love. Carrie was married now, to the private investigator Suzanne had hired to find her, and Gary was planning a wedding right after Christmas. Suzanne's business was going well, too. She'd opened a yarn shop in downtown Edmonds this past year, and despite her trepidation had been overwhelmed by support from area knitters. With Christmas shoppers in force today, her receipts had been the second highest since she'd opened. Maybe she was just tired. She was working six days a week, plus doing the books on her one day off. Once the agency calls me and I have a little girl or boy of my own, I'll cut back,she promised herself. If they ever called. Chilly now after sitting so long in the car in her own driveway, Suzanne finally sighed, grabbed her purse and keys and got out. Forget adopting a child so that she finally had a family of her own. Her mood could have been improved by something a whole lot more modest--having an automatic garage door opener.Anda garage that actually had room for her car to be parked inside it. Which only required the time to hold a garage sale, and the money to buy and have someone install the opener. For once, she didn't give a thought to her next-door neighbor, even though she usually sneaked a glance at his house to prepare herself in case he was out front. Not that Tom Stefanec was stalking her or anything like that. He just made her uncomfortable. And she preferred to avoid him when possible. But he'd be eating dinner by now, not hanging around outside on a damp night. The little lever beside her seat no longer unlatched her trunk. Heck, she was lucky the car was still running. She went around back to manually unlock the trunk, hitched her purse over her shoulder and reached for the first bag. "Need a hand with those groceries?" At the voice from behind, she jerked her head up and rammed it against the trunk lid. Tears sprang into her eyes. Swearing, she let the grocery bag go and rubbed the bump she could already feel rising. "I'm sorry," Tom said, stepping closer. His voice had roughened in contrition. "I startled you. Are you okay? I can get you some ice...." Suzanne blinked away the tears. "No, I'll be okay. I just didn't see you." A big, powerfully built man, he had a rough-hewn face that wasn't ugly but was far from handsome. The combination of porch light and streetlight cast shadows on his face, accenting cheekbones and a nose that looked like it had been broken at some point. "Sorry," he said again. "I should have realized you wouldn't see me coming. I have a package for you. The UPS guy left it with me since you weren't home." Head throbbing, she said, "Really?" A package? She wasn't expJohnson, Janice Kay is the author of 'Kids By Christmas', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373713837 and ISBN 0373713835.