Debbie Macomber by Where Angels Go

Christmas, don’t you?”
    Her mother’s eyes brightened. “Is there any possibility that might happen?”
    Beth shrugged. Despite her mother’s bet—and personally she felt Joyce deserved to lose—she’d like it if Peter could spend Christmas with her. She wanted to invite him, but it was a lot to ask of someone she hadn’t even met. Everything depended on this weekend.
    Her mother waved one hand impatiently. “So you told him you’re divorced, too?”
    â€œYes, of course, and then we both started talking so fast it was hard for my fingers to keep up with my thoughts.” Peter had been deeply hurt by his wife, who’d more or less kicked him out of the house and excluded him from her life. It’d been painful and harsh, and he’d taken the breakup of his marriage hard.
    Beth understood. She’d experienced the same grief over the death of her own marriage. In the course of their conversation, they’d talked about regrets and all the things they might’ve done to save their marriages. Based on the few details Peter had divulged, Beth regarded his ex-wife as cold and calculating.
    She talked about John in ways she never had with anyone else, including her parents. It was as though a festering blister had burst inside her and she spewed out the devastating pain of her own divorce.
    The game was forgotten as they continued talking. It was after midnight when Peter reminded her that they both needed to be at work in the morning. Reluctantly Beth had signed off.
    â€œWhat else did he say?” her mother asked. “Did you tell him your real name is Marybeth?”
    â€œHardly,” she cried, annoyed that her mother would ask such an inane question. “And don’t you tell him, either.”
    â€œSo you did invite him for Christmas?” Her mother looked pleased beyond measure.
    â€œNo…not yet.” The optimism Beth felt was a sign of her excitement about the way their relationship was developing. No man had interested her this much since college, when she’d first met John. Peter gave her hope. Maybe this wouldn’t go anywhere, but at least she was finally taking a risk. Finally willing to try again.
    The server brought their lunches, giving Beth a respite from her mother’s relentless questioning. She tasted her cream of broccoli soup, and it took a few minutes for the conversation to return to Peter.
    â€œYou do expect to introduce him to your family, don’t you?” Her mother smiled expectantly at Beth, the turkey sandwich poised in front of her mouth.
    â€œIf things go well.” She nodded. “We have a lot in common, Peter and me.”
    â€œThat’s wonderful, dear.”
    Beth felt the giddy sensation of everything coming together at last. “I never dreamed that after all these months we’d connect the way we have.”
    â€œWell?” Her mother paused. “When are you going to meet?” Before Beth could answer, she added, “Soon, I hope.”
    â€œIs tomorrow soon enough for you?”
    â€œSaturday? But I thought you were going to Leavenworth with Heidi.”
    â€œI am.”
    â€œYou’re meeting Peter there?”
    Beth nodded. Peter seemed to be a closet romantic, although she suspected he’d never admit it. He was the one who’d wanted to have this initial meeting right away. He’d mentioned getting together on Saturday for lunch, and Beth had said she’d be in Leavenworth. Undeterred, Peter had suggested meeting there. “But how will that work when you don’t know what he looks like? Good grief, Beth, do you have any idea how crowded that town can get, especially this time of year?”
    â€œWe’ve got it all figured out. Heidi and Sam and I are taking the train with the kids and—”
    â€œPeter will meet you on the train?” her mother broke in.
    â€œNot exactly. The train sold out weeks ago, so