The Kidnapped Christmas Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 3) (15 page)

Trey chopped more firewood and had the generator ready, then stood in the kitchen with McKenna making a list of emergency supplies, although neither of them were too worried, having grown up on isolated Paradise Valley ranches where winter storms routinely knocked out power, forcing families to adapt and make do.

McKenna wanted more milk and eggs, bread, lunchmeat and cheese along with tea, hot cocoa and ingredients for simple dinners for the next couple of nights.

Trey added candles, flashlights, and batteries. He glanced at the list and then to the living room where Trey was stretched out by the fire, staring at the tree. “What about stockings and presents for TJ?” he asked, dropping his voice. “We don’t have anything for him, do we?”

“I have gifts for him in Marietta, not here,” she said.

“But we’re here…unless you’re thinking you want to head back early?”

She glanced outside, at the sky, which was patchy with clouds. It didn’t look bad now. “Try to beat it, you mean?”

“We wouldn’t beat it. We’d be driving through it.”

She wrinkled her nose. “But why do that? There’s no reason to take extra risks when we could have a cozy Christmas here. We just need to do some shopping, pick up a few things so he has a stocking for Christmas morning and some gifts to open.”

Trey nodded and McKenna checked her smile as Trey added,
Buy Toys and Wrapping Paper
, to the bottom of their list.

“I could even do some shopping if you wanted to take him to a matinee movie,” she said. “I know there’s a theatre showing kids movies in Bigfork. I could drop you two off at the movies and then shop and get all the errands done and then come back for you.”

“Or we could divide the errands up and I go do some shopping for TJ now, and then come back and get you two, and then we all head to Bigfork.” He looked at her, expression earnest. “It’s not that I don’t trust you to buy good things, but I really want to pick out something for him, some toys for him from me. Haven’t been able to do that since he was born.”

His words made her chest tighten and ache.

She loved how much he loved their son. “That’s a great idea,” she said. “You shop, I’ll make him lunch, and that way when you return, we’ll be ready to go.”

*

Trey knew he
didn’t have a lot of time to shop and it’d been years since he’d been able to buy gifts for TJ and McKenna. As he drove to Cherry Lake he tried to remember all the shops downtown, thinking there had to be a toy store somewhere. He couldn’t recall seeing one, but that hadn’t been their focus when they’d gone shopping yesterday.

And McKenna…what could he give her? What did she need?

She wasn’t one of those women who loved fancy things. She didn’t collect jewelry or like high fashion. She did enjoy art but a painting didn’t seem like the right kind of gift after not giving her anything for a number of years.

It seemed as if everyone had come to town to finish shopping today. Town was crowded, and parking on Main Street non-existent. Trey parked a few blocks down, by the small post office, and walked back to the shops, sticking his head in any that looked kid-friendly.

Trey found red and green and cream knit stockings at one of the artsy stores. They had three left and he wanted to buy all three and hang them all from the stone fireplace but it seemed silly to buy himself a stocking. He was a man, he didn’t need a stocking. But he wanted one for TJ and he’d love to fill one for McKenna even if it was just with tea and some jars of the local cherry flavored honey.

He ended up buying two and headed next door to the colorful candy shoppe that sold fresh saltwater taffy and homemade fudge. He bought taffy and a big lollipop for TJ’s stocking and rich creamy blocks of marshmallow-studded fudge for Christmas Eve, hoping TJ liked marshmallows and fudge, unable to imagine a five year old that didn’t. But it was an uncomfortable thing realizing he didn’t know what his son liked. There were so many things Trey needed to discover and he looked forward to the day where he knew his son as well as McKenna…if not better.

The lady in the candy shoppe told Trey where to find a toy store and Trey headed there next. Again he wasn’t sure what kinds of games and toys TJ liked, and felt hopelessly out of depth as he stared at the shelves filled with dolls and fairies, forest animals and farms, Lincoln Logs, puzzles, Duplo, Lego, robots, acrylic tubes and cylinders and other kinds of building blocks.

The sales clerk approached him. “Can I help you find something?”

Trey nodded, perplexed by all the choices. “I’m looking for something for my son,” he said. “He’s five.”

“And what does he like to do?”

Trey rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure.”

“Does he have any favorite hobbies?”

“I uh…don’t know.”

The lady looked perplexed. “Is he into arts and crafts…?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Does he like costumes and to dress up?”

Trey frowned. “I don’t think so. But I don’t really know.” He chafed at her baffled gaze. “I’ve been…gone,” he said shortly. “I haven’t seen him for years.”

Her expression cleared. “You just got back from overseas. Bless you, dear, and thank you for your service to the country.”

Trey felt sick. He wanted to correct her but couldn’t bring himself to extend the conversation a moment longer than necessary. “Can you just show me the toys that are appropriate for five year old boys?”

“Of course. Right here.” She led him down a few feet and tapped the shelf “These are all excellent choices. Legos, Ninja turtles, Power Rangers—they remain popular year after year—Transformers, Transformer dinosaurs or bots as some people call them.” She pointed to another shelf. “Robots, Hot Wheels, army men—” she broke off to give him a warm smile. “—and then all the Nerf guns and mega blasters. Some parents are funny about giving toy guns but in my experience, most Montana boys love them. We are a hunting and fishing state!”

Trey thanked her for her help, ready to do make some decisions on his own but the sales woman seemed inclined to stay, and chat. “Now, I was one of those parents who didn’t want to give toy guns,” she said. “But my sons found a way to make guns anyway with their Tinker Toys and Lincoln Logs. Finally one day I thought enough, a boy is a boy, let him be a boy—”

“Thank you,” Trey interrupted kindly, but firmly. “You have been so helpful. I’ll bring my purchases up to the counter. Will you be the one at the register?”

“I will.”

“Perfect. Then I can show you what I’ve picked out.”

Trey was on his way to the truck, his arms filled with plastic bags and wrapped packages when he passed an artsy looking little shop named Montana Hearts that featured glazed mugs and pottery, sculpture and paintings and what looked like handmade jewelry.

It was the jewelry display in the window that caught his attention and made him stop, and then go inside.

“The necklace with the brass angel,” he said. “Can I see that?”

“It looks like brass, doesn’t it?” the young woman said, leaving the counter to head for the display. “But it’s actually standard yellow gold with a pink gold overlay, kind of like Black Hills gold, but we can’t call it that since it’s not made in South Dakota.” She reached into the display and lifted the necklace with the angel out. “I love this. It’s so delicate and unusual. It reminds me of a Christmas ornament.”

She placed the angel in his open palm and he studied the little angel’s swirl of skirt and sweep of halo and wings. She looked so much like the brass angel ornaments he’d bought from McKenna her freshman year of high school. “She’s pretty,” he said.

“Handmade by a local artisan. We also have another one that’s with the same angel, but she’s more gold than pink and instead or a harp, she’s holding a dark blue Montana sapphire. It’s really gorgeous. It’s probably my favorite thing we have in the shop.”

“That’s the one I want.”

“It’s rather pricey. It’s real gold and a genuine sapphire—”

“That’s fine. It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

‡

R
eturning to the
cabin Trey tucked the bags and presents in the closet in the master bedroom and then helped TJ into his coat before doing up the zipper.

TJ ran outside to climb in the truck and Trey and McKenna followed more slowly.

“Looks like you had some success,” she said.

Trey nodded. “It was hard at first. I wasn’t sure what TJ would want but I ended up buying some Legos and then I spotted these sets of miniature tin soldiers at the antique store next door to the post office. There are actually two armies, one in red and one in blue. It’s something I would have liked when I was a kid. It has cannons and guys with flags and guys on horses, too.”

“I think he’ll love it.”

“Do you?” Trey looked uncertain. “I wasn’t sure. So I also got him this Transformer dinosaur thing just in case.”

“TJ is just so happy to have you here. The presents don’t matter.”

“It’s Christmas, of course they matter.”

“What about stocking stuffers? Find anything?”

“I found a stocking and picked up some little things—candy, silly putty and matchbox cars—but you might want to get a few things, too.”

“Will do.”

He hesitated on the bottom step. “Oh, and Mine Craft. I looked for them everywhere. Couldn’t find anything and I’d really hoped to get him one of those Enderman guys.”

“You’re spoiling him. It’s not necessary.”

“I’m excited about Christmas.”

She smiled. “I know. And so am I. It’s going to be fun to watch him open his gifts together.”

Trey gave his keys a jingle. “We still need wrapping paper, though. I forgot all about that.”

“No worries. Anything else?”

“If you can find a Mine Craft Enderman… can you pick it up for me?”

Her smile grew. “Yes, I will, and don’t worry, Henchman, it’ll be from you.”

*

It began to
snow mid afternoon while McKenna was in the grocery store. She was heading for the check out when she saw the first fat flakes flutter down.

The clerk noticed the snow, too. “Supposed to be the biggest storm of the year. At least one foot tonight, maybe more.”

“I heard it’s unusual to get that much snow here at one time,” McKenna said, taking another quick look over her shopping check list to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

“You’re not from here?”

“From Marietta.” She saw the clerk’s puzzled expression. “Between Bozeman and West Yellowstone.”

“You get some cold weather.”

“We do,” McKenna agreed.

“We get off easier, here, protected by the Mission Mountains, and then the lake itself keeps things warmer.”

“Does it?” McKenna asked, helping bag up the groceries.

“It’s our secret,” the clerk answered with a wink. “We’re far more temperate than the rest of the state. Great summers, mild winters, but don’t tell anyone. We like our quiet little community.”

The snow was falling thicker and faster as McKenna drove from the grocery store through downtown Bigfork, windshield wipes scraping back and forth to clear her vision. She scanned the storefronts, looking for a shop that might carry the Mine Craft toys for TJ. There was a toy shop a couple blocks from the movie theater. McKenna snagged a parking spot out front and headed into the store.