His Christmas Angel
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‘Why are you so into Christmas and all anyway, girl?’ Alec grumbled as the kitten took a swipe at a Christmas ball.
‘Maybe ’cos I never had a proper one when I was growing up.’ She finished the lights and leaned back to survey their handiwork. Not bad. ‘So I guess I’m making up for lost time.’
Alec stared at her for a moment and a shadow passed across his face. ‘You trying to help an old reprobate like me make up for lost time too?’
Sol wouldn’t mind knowing what she was up to himself.
‘Ex-reprobate,’ Cassie corrected.
She was right. Sol had to admit Alec had changed. A lot. And not just physically.
‘That mama of yours, Cassie,’ Alec shook his head. ‘She shoulda…’ He sighed. ‘You was always a nice kid.’
‘Yeah, I guess I was.’ She hung red and green balls on the branches Alec couldn’t reach. ‘So was Sol here.’
Silence greeted her words, then Alec chuckled. ‘As a wee mite, if there was trouble to be found he’d be in the thick of it.’
She turned, hands on hips. ‘He was a nice kid, Alec.’
Alec’s gaze dropped. ‘Yeah, Cassie. Sol here was a nice kid too. I’ll grant you that.’
Sol couldn’t believe his ears.
‘He deserved to have Christmas too.’
‘Yeah.’ Alec shifted in his wheelchair. ‘He did.’
‘And he didn’t deserve to have you beat up on him the way you used to.’
What did she think she was doing? ‘Hell, Cassie,’ he shot out the corner of his mouth, ‘drop it. I thought we were going for Christmas spirit here. Just…’
‘Just what?’
She raised an eyebrow. Somehow it only served to define the lush curve of her bottom lip. Sol swallowed. ‘Just keep your nose out.’
Her eyes flashed fire. ‘It’s because people kept their noses out that I went hungry more often than I should have. I made a promise to myself way back then, Sol Adams, to never keep my nose out.’
How did you argue with that?
‘She’s right, lad,’ Alec mumbled, before shooting a glare at Cassie. ‘You sure know how to make a man feel the lowest of the low, Cassie Campbell.’
‘Parker,’ she corrected.
Alec chuckled. ‘You’ll never be a Parker. They’re good citizens and they mind their own business.’
‘They’re nice people, and you wouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself if your conscience was clear,’ she shot right back at him.
Sol laughed. He couldn’t help it. ‘Surrender now,’ he advised Alec. ‘You’re never going to win against the likes of her.’ He doubted anyone could. ‘When did you go and get all bossy anyhow?’ he asked her.
She tilted her nose and kept on decorating the tree. She tossed him some tinsel. ‘Make yourself useful.’
‘She’s right, though, lad. I should never have whaled into you the way I did back then.’
Sol’s jaw dropped. He half turned from twirling tinsel around the tree, then stopped. Discomfort crawled up his backbone and circled his skull. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now, not ever.
‘I’m sorry for what I did.’
Sol kept twining tinsel around the tree. Then ran out of tinsel.
‘I don’t expect you to forgive me. What I did back then—it wasn’t right.’
Sol clenched his jaw. Started rearranging the tinsel.
‘But I want you to know I regret it and…and I wish I could undo it or something.’
Sol’s hands stilled. There was no mistaking the sincerity in Alec’s voice. Silence crept into the room. He could feel Cassie’s eyes on him, but he didn’t know what response she wanted him to give. Even if he did he couldn’t guarantee to give it.
She kicked his ankle. ‘Oops, sorry.’
Eyebrows rose in mock innocence. Sympathy, laughter and gentleness all danced in the velvet violet of her eyes and somehow soothed him. He found himself smiling.
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