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H is for Husband
The opening paragraphs from Margaret’s book Her
Husband’s Christmas Bargain
It wasn’t! It was! It was Megan. Luigi Costanzo had overheard
a child telling Santa that all she wanted for Christmas was a daddy. It had
aroused his curiosity, even caused a faint stir somewhere within him, and he’d
watched her as she returned to her mother. She was a pretty little girl with
long blonde hair and big blue eyes, but it was the shock of seeing who her
parent was that caused him to do a double take.
Megan!
His Megan
Megan, whom he hadn’t seen
for almost four years.
What the hell?
Luigi looked from mother to
daughter and his eyes narrowed. Megan still had the same shoulder-length blonde
hair, the same slender figure; nothing about her had changed. She didn’t even
look any older. He swung on his heel, snapping his fingers at his nearest
employee. “Please follow that woman and report back to me with her address.”
“Yes, sir.”
If the young man was
surprised he didn’t show it. He spurted into immediate action. There was no
arguing with the new owner of Gerards. He’d had everyone on their toes ever
since he took over a few months ago.
“Sweetheart, what did you ask
for?” Megan looked down at her beloved daughter, who was skipping happily along
at her side. There hadn’t really been time to visit Santa’s grotto but
Charlotte had pleaded so eloquently that Megan couldn’t find it in her heart to
refuse. There was always another train, even if it meant travelling home at the
height of the rush hour.
“For a daddy.”
Megan hid her surprise,
smiling indulgently instead. “I don’t think Santa supplies daddies. You were
supposed to ask for a toy.” Her heart felt heavy as she spoke. Charlotte was
right, she did need a father, and if Luigi had been different…
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