records, compiling data for his article, wishing Faith was there. Before heâd thought twice about the day being Christmas, heâd dialed her cell number. âYou came.â
âYes,â she agreed, her eyes taking on a far-away look. âYou called, and I came running. Even on Christmas Day. My career is important to me, remember? Havingmy name next to yours in a prestigious medical journal looks good on my résumé.â
Had she been with her someone special? Unwrapping presents and sitting on the sofa, watching multicolored lights flicker on the tree?
âDid I interrupt a Christmas dinner?â
Her face pinched. âNothing that I minded having interrupted.â
âYou werenât with lover-boy?â
âWho?â
âWhoever you spend your time with when youâre not with me?â
âI spent Christmas Day with my mother and stepfather. Your call was a mixed blessing.â
Heâd met Faithâs mother once. A vivacious woman with lots of spirit whoâd stopped by the clinic unexpectedly. Heâd liked her instantly, but a flustered Faith had rushed her mother and her stepfather out the door within minutes of their arrival. âWhatâs your stepfatherâs name? Curtis?â
Nose curling, Faith sighed. âCurtis was her previous husband. This oneâs name is John.â
âThatâs right. She remarried earlier this year. John Debellis, the stockbroker you donât like.â
âItâs not that I donât like him. Johnâs okay.â Her lips thinned to white lines and her eyes stayed on her freshly manicured hands.
Heâd never seen her nails painted, missed their usual natural gleam.
âI can tell youâre jumping for joy over how okay he is.â
âHeâs my stepfather. One of many Iâve had.â She shrugged. âThereâs no point in liking him. Within another year or two heâll have found someone new and mymother will become involved with someone else that sheâll likely go on to marry, and heâll do the same. Itâs the way life is.â
Just how many times had Faithâs mother been married?
He would have asked, but the front door flung open and his cousin bounded down the steps, flinging herself at him full force, practically knocking Faith out of his arms.
âVale!â
Faith squared her shoulders, stood her ground, as if bracing herself for an unpleasant experience. Immediately that unwanted protectiveness came forth in Vale. Did she think his family wouldnât accept her?
âMeet my cousin Sharon.â He set his cousin on the ground next to him, placed his hand low on Faithâs back. âDonât mind her antics. Sheâs been throwing herself at men since she was three.â
Sharon slapped his arm. âBehave. Youâll give your friend the impression Iâm wild.â
âYou are wild,â he replied, smiling indulgently at the blonde beauty heâd spent most of his youth exploring with, despite being two years older than her. In addition to their Wakefield blue eye color, theyâd shared an adventurous spirit.
âNot any more.â She flashed her ring finger in front of his face. A large, multi-faceted diamond twinkled in the sunshine.
âIf Steve thinks a rock is going to make you settle down, heâs in for it.â
She grinned. âWhat makes you think Steve wants me to settle down?â
Vale threw his head back and laughed. âBrave man.â
âSmart, scrumptious man.â Sharon turned to Faith and hugged her as enthusiastically as sheâd leapt into Valeâs arms.
He should have known his cousin would make Faith feel welcome. Sharon might be renowned for her outer beauty, but her real beauty came from within.
âItâs so good to meet the woman Vale deems worthy of attending my wedding as his date.â Sharon plopped a kiss on Faithâs pale cheek. âYou