Her Christmas Hero (Home To Dover 6) by Lorraine Beatty Read Free Book Online Page A

She stepped forward and shook Gemma’s hand. “Nice to meet you. Mom thinks you’re very talented. I can’t wait to see all the changes you’ll make. It’s about time we expanded our Christmas events. It’s the happiest time of the year and we barely do anything.”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    Linc started to protest, but Tori said goodbye and hurried to her car. Even Tori knew about the new tenant. Gemma handed the paperwork to Linc. “Your sister seems very nice.”
    “She’s leaving. She can’t handle being around memories of Dad.” He hadn’t meant to blurt that out.
    “Oh. Were they close?”
    “Very. She’s the youngest so—” He shrugged. “You know how dads and their baby girls are.”
    “No, actually I don’t.”
    Linc looked at her. There was an emptiness and a hint of sadness in her eyes. “You’re not close to your father?”
    “No. Is that all you need? I’ve attached a check.”
    Linc looked at the papers. “Yeah. That should do it.”
    “Fine. I’ll get directions to the ball field later. Did you find the key?”
    The businesslike tone of her voice said she was eager to be away from him. “No. I haven’t had a chance to look. I didn’t expect you back so soon. I’ll let you know when I do.”
    “Good. I’d like to get started. I’ve got a lot to organize.”
    She walked away, leaving Linc with a lot of questions. What changes? The over-the-top stuff he’d seen in her drawings? What was wrong with their events the way they were now? And why was he always the last one to know anything lately? Even Tori, who’d been a virtual recluse these past weeks, had known about Gemma and their mother’s plans to step down from the committee. He’d had enough. Time to get involved.
    He walked back inside, another question dogging his heels. What was behind the cold tone in Gemma’s voice when she mentioned family? And why did she never talk about the boy’s father?
    * * *
    Gemma sorted through her papers and notes Wednesday afternoon as she waited for the town square business owners to start arriving at the courthouse conference room. Her nerves tingled with excitement as she worked. This was her joy, the thing that gave her satisfaction and fulfillment. She couldn’t wait to get started.
    Glancing at the door, her confidence sagged. What if no one showed up? What if the owners refused to participate in the celebrations? Closing her eyes, she offered up a quick prayer for patience and greater faith. The Lord had set her on this path, which meant He had a plan. She just needed to trust it would work out. Operative word—
trust
. Not an easy thing to do.
    “Is this the Christmas meeting?”
    Gemma smiled at the gentleman who entered the room, her doubts melting away like snowflakes. “Yes, it is.”
    Within the next few minutes a good portion of the forty store owners on the square filed in. She stepped to the lectern, encouraged at the turnout. With little time before the start of the holiday season, it would take everyone’s involvement to pull off the four weekend events she had designed.
    “Welcome. I’m Gemma Butler. I’ve spoken with some of you by phone and met a few of you. Thank you for being here this afternoon. I know meeting in the middle of the day is difficult for you, but we don’t have much time to get these events organized. We’ll meet again next Thursday evening. I’ll have a more detailed plan drawn up at that time.” Gemma smiled around the room. “Keep in mind the key ingredient is enthusiasm and determination. And of course a lot of elbow grease.”
    A man in the front row spoke up. “I don’t mind the work, but I don’t have the money to spend on lots of decorations.”
    “I understand that, and we do have a budget that will help you with some of the expenses. Mainly I want to work with each merchant to craft a unique holiday display that will reflect your business. Our goal is to draw people to Dover to learn about your shops, to expose them to the