Leslie Kelly - It Happened One Christmas

That voice sounded so familiar. Impossibly familiar.

Unable to stop herself, Lucy began to turn around, wondering if her earsand all her other senseswere deceiving her. After all, six years was a long time. What were the odds that shed bump into him here?

Ross Marshall.

Oh, my God, he whispered, shocked, frozen, staring as thoroughly as she was. Lucy?

She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off him, wondering why the years had made him even more attractive.

The man was gorgeous. Truly, without-a-doubt, mouth-wateringly handsome, every bit as hot as the first time shed laid eyes on him.

Hed been her first lover. Theyd shared an amazing holiday season. But after that one Christmas, they had never seen each other again.

Until now.

Dear Reader,

Im a big kid when it comes to Christmas. I love the music and the decorations and the wrappingthe whole holiday feeling in the air.

But many years ago, I realized how difficult Christmas can be when its associated too closely with a loss. Christmas of 1989 was incredibly painful for me. Only because I had a one-year-old baby and a wonderful husband was I able to dig myself out of my sadness and try to enjoy the holidays, for their sake.

Remembering those feelings, and drawing on that, I started thinking about a storyabout a woman who tries to avoid any kind of traditional Christmas because its just too hard for her to celebrate a holiday when she has lost the parents who made it so very special for her throughout her life. I loved creating Lucy, the heroine of It Happened One Christmas, who learns to find joy and happiness in the season again, because of a very special man.

I hope you enjoy Lucy and Rosss story and that you feel just a hint of that Christmas magic in the pages that follow.

Merry Christmas to all!

Leslie Kelly

Leslie Kelly

IT HAPPENED ONE CHRISTMAS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Leslie Kelly has written dozens of novels for the Harlequin Blaze, Temptation and HQN lines. Known for her sparkling dialogue and humor, Leslie has been honored with numerous awards, including a National Readers Choice Award. In 2010, she received the Lifetime Achievement Award in Series Romance from RT Book Reviews. Leslie lives in Maryland with her husband and their three daughters. Visit her online at www.lesliekelly.com.

Books by Leslie Kelly

HARLEQUIN BLAZE

347OVEREXPOSED

369ONE WILD WEDDING NIGHT

402SLOW HANDS

408HEATED RUSH

447BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES My, What a BigYou Have!

501MORE BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES Once Upon a Mattress

521PLAY WITH ME

537BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES, VOLUME V A Prince of a Guy

567ANOTHER WILD WEDDING NIGHT

616TERMS OF SURRENDER

This ones dedicated to the Blaze Babes.
Its such a pleasure being one of you.

Merry Christmas!

Contents

Now
Chicago, December 23, 2011

WHEN LUCY FLEMING HAD been asked to photograph a corporate Christmas event, shed envisioned tipsy assistants perched on the knees of grabby executives. Too much eggnog, naked backsides hitting the glass-topped copier, somebody throwing up in a desk drawer, hanky-panky in the janitors closetin short, a typical high-end work party where people forgot they were professionals and played teenager-at-the-frat-party, building memories and reputations that would take an entire year to live down.

Shed been wrong. Completely wrong.

Elite Construction, whod hired her a few days ago when their previous photographer had bailed on them, had chosen to go a different, and much more wholesome, route. They were hosting an afternoon event, a family party for all of their employees as well as important clients, and whoever they cared to bring alongincluding small children. Catered food, from caviar to corn dogs, appealed to every palate. There were presents beneath a huge tree, pretty decorations, music filled with jingling bells and lots of smiles. It was almost enough to give a non-Christmas person like herself a little holiday tingle.

Oh. Except for the fact that she was working with a very cranky Kris Kringle.

If they think Im staying late, they can bite me. I got paid for three hours, not a minute more.

Were almost done, she told the costumed man, whose bowl-full-of-jelly middle appeared homemade.

If only his nature were as true-to-character as his appearance. Though, she had to admit, right at this particular moment, his foul mood was understandable. Hed had to go dry his pants under a hand-dryer in the mens room after one boy had gotten so excited hed peed himself. And Santa.

To be fair, Santa wasnt the only fraud around here this afternoon. Her own costume didnt exactly suit her personality, either. She felt like an idiot in the old elf getup, a leftover from her college days. But the kids loved it. And a happy, relaxed kid made for an easy-to-shoot kidand great pictures.

All in all, shed have to say this event had been a great success. Both for Elite Constructionwhose employees had to be among the happiest in the city todayand for herself. Since moving back to Chicago from New York ten months ago, shed been trying to build her business up to the level of success shed had back east. Things were getting bettermuchbut a quick infusion of cash for an easy afternoons work definitely helped.

Finally, after the last child in line had been seen to, Lucy eyed the chubby man in red. I think thats about it. She glanced at a clock on the wall. Five minutes to spare.

Damn good thing, he said. God, I hate kids.

Lucys mouth fell open; she couldnt help gawking. Then why on earth do you do this?

He pointed toward himselfhis white hair, full beard, big belly. What else am I gonna do, play the Easter bunny?

Not unless he wanted to terrify every child on earth into swearing off candy. Bet you can land a part in the stage version of The Nightmare Before Christmas , she mumbled. He sure looked like the Oogie Boogie man. And was about as friendly.

Lucy turned to the children lingering around the edges of the area that had been set up as Santas Workshopcomplete with fluffy fake snow, a throne and stuffed reindeer. Whoever had decorated for this party had really done a fantastic job. These kids had already had their turn on the big guys lap, but were still crowded around the crotchety St. Nick. Its time for Santa to get back to his workshop so he can finish getting ready for his big sleigh ride tomorrow night, she announced. Santa, do you want to say anything before you leave?

Father Friggin Christmas grimaced and brushed cookie crumbs off his lap as he rose. Be good or you wont get nothin, he told them, adding a belly laugh to try to take the sting out of the words. His feigned heartiness fooled everyone under the age of ten, but certainly none of the adults. Waddling through the crowd toward the elevator, he didnt stop to pat one youngster on the head, or tickle a single chin.

Jerk.

For her part, Lucy found the little ones in their party clothes and patent leather shoes irresistible. Sweet, happy, so filled with life and laughter and excitement. There was one boy who was so photogenic he ought to be on the cover of a magazine, and she was dying to talk to his parents about a formal sitting.

Youve come a long way, baby.

A very long way. To think shed once vowed to never take a Santa photo, equating kid portraiture with one of Dantes circles of hell.

When shed first set her sites on photography for her future, shed argued with her brother over leaving Chicago to go to NYU to study. Then theyd argued when shed decided to go from there to Europe, insisting she didnt want to take babys-first-haircut pictures, dreaming instead of high fashion. Models and travel and exotic locations and French Vogue magazine covers.