A Christmas Miracle for Daisy (Taming of the Sheenans Book 5) by Jane Porter
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because they had to marry but because they were just so good together. It’d felt natural. Inevitable.
Boy, was she wrong.
Upstairs, in her room, she stripped off her clothes, changed into pajamas before heading for the bathroom where she tied back her long hair to wash her face and brush her teeth.
She’d get through this trip to Marietta. She’d been here for five days now. She could survive the rest. She’d make it through the holidays without getting her heart banged up. The goal was to stay focused and keep her priorities straight, and she could if she had tunnel vision.
Work.
Daisy.
And turning Cormac into her friend.
It was possible. It could be done.
*
Cormac woke early. It wasn’t even six yet but once his eyes opened, he was wide awake, not the least bit drowsy.
Rolling out of bed, he checked on Daisy in her narrow rollaway bed. She was still out, curled on her side, tightly holding her pink fuzzy blanket close to her chest.
He smiled down at her, glad she’d slept all night without any of her nightmares. She’d needed the sleep, and so had he.
In the suite’s living room he flicked on lights, headed to the little kitchen tucked against the wall and made coffee. While the coffee brewed he did fifty pushups, one hundred crunches, followed by another fifty pushups. It was his usual morning routine and he needed routine right now with all the changes happening.
Whitney had said she wanted a regular ‘date’ with Daisy. He wanted Daisy to have that, too, but nothing had been set up yet. Perhaps he needed to plan something for the three of them this weekend, something they could all do together to help break the ice, and then in the future, Whitney and Daisy would be comfortable just doing things together, just the two of them.
Chapter Eight
‡
W hitney woke up Saturday morning to a text from Cormac inviting her to join him and Daisy for a matinee movie that afternoon at three thirty. The movie was Hotel Transylvania 2 and the theater was just across the train tracks on the other side of Front Street. Cormac said after the movie they’d probably grab an early bite to eat, either at the pizza place or the Chinese restaurant by the theater.
He ended the text saying he wouldn’t mention it to Daisy until Whitney knew if she could come.
Whitney read the text a second time and then rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
She wanted to go. She didn’t want to go. She couldn’t wait to spend time with Daisy. And yet she was afraid she’d get attached to the little girl just to have it all fall apart.
But a movie was a relatively simple activity. A movie was the chief entertainment. Whitney would just be there, another body in the dark theater. And then if they did go out for dinner afterwards, they’d all have something to talk about. It was kind of like a book club for kids…but with a movie instead of a book. So, okay, it wasn’t anything like a book club.
Whitney jumped up from her bed, suddenly antsy and nervous. Why was she nervous? Was she nervous about seeing Daisy or nervous because it was Daisy and Cormac?
She paced her room, marching back and forth a couple times before texting him back. I have an appointment with Josie this morning but can make a 3:30 show. Should I just meet you there?
And then freaking out for no good reason, she dug into her hotel dresser for jeans and a sweater and headed to Java Café to get a coffee and wait for Josie, who was to meet her in half an hour.
*
She was here.
Cormac felt something turn over in his chest as Whitney pushed open the doors of the movie theater. “I’m here,” she called out, hurrying across the floor to join them in the popcorn line. “Sorry to be late. Josie and I were picking out the bathroom fixtures in Bozeman and hit some traffic.”
Her eyes were glowing and her cheeks were red from the cold and so was the tip of her nose. She smiled as she talked, peeling off her gloves and then her scarf.
She was
Boy, was she wrong.
Upstairs, in her room, she stripped off her clothes, changed into pajamas before heading for the bathroom where she tied back her long hair to wash her face and brush her teeth.
She’d get through this trip to Marietta. She’d been here for five days now. She could survive the rest. She’d make it through the holidays without getting her heart banged up. The goal was to stay focused and keep her priorities straight, and she could if she had tunnel vision.
Work.
Daisy.
And turning Cormac into her friend.
It was possible. It could be done.
*
Cormac woke early. It wasn’t even six yet but once his eyes opened, he was wide awake, not the least bit drowsy.
Rolling out of bed, he checked on Daisy in her narrow rollaway bed. She was still out, curled on her side, tightly holding her pink fuzzy blanket close to her chest.
He smiled down at her, glad she’d slept all night without any of her nightmares. She’d needed the sleep, and so had he.
In the suite’s living room he flicked on lights, headed to the little kitchen tucked against the wall and made coffee. While the coffee brewed he did fifty pushups, one hundred crunches, followed by another fifty pushups. It was his usual morning routine and he needed routine right now with all the changes happening.
Whitney had said she wanted a regular ‘date’ with Daisy. He wanted Daisy to have that, too, but nothing had been set up yet. Perhaps he needed to plan something for the three of them this weekend, something they could all do together to help break the ice, and then in the future, Whitney and Daisy would be comfortable just doing things together, just the two of them.
Chapter Eight
‡
W hitney woke up Saturday morning to a text from Cormac inviting her to join him and Daisy for a matinee movie that afternoon at three thirty. The movie was Hotel Transylvania 2 and the theater was just across the train tracks on the other side of Front Street. Cormac said after the movie they’d probably grab an early bite to eat, either at the pizza place or the Chinese restaurant by the theater.
He ended the text saying he wouldn’t mention it to Daisy until Whitney knew if she could come.
Whitney read the text a second time and then rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
She wanted to go. She didn’t want to go. She couldn’t wait to spend time with Daisy. And yet she was afraid she’d get attached to the little girl just to have it all fall apart.
But a movie was a relatively simple activity. A movie was the chief entertainment. Whitney would just be there, another body in the dark theater. And then if they did go out for dinner afterwards, they’d all have something to talk about. It was kind of like a book club for kids…but with a movie instead of a book. So, okay, it wasn’t anything like a book club.
Whitney jumped up from her bed, suddenly antsy and nervous. Why was she nervous? Was she nervous about seeing Daisy or nervous because it was Daisy and Cormac?
She paced her room, marching back and forth a couple times before texting him back. I have an appointment with Josie this morning but can make a 3:30 show. Should I just meet you there?
And then freaking out for no good reason, she dug into her hotel dresser for jeans and a sweater and headed to Java Café to get a coffee and wait for Josie, who was to meet her in half an hour.
*
She was here.
Cormac felt something turn over in his chest as Whitney pushed open the doors of the movie theater. “I’m here,” she called out, hurrying across the floor to join them in the popcorn line. “Sorry to be late. Josie and I were picking out the bathroom fixtures in Bozeman and hit some traffic.”
Her eyes were glowing and her cheeks were red from the cold and so was the tip of her nose. She smiled as she talked, peeling off her gloves and then her scarf.
She was
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