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  THEIR CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

  Just the sight of United States Army Lieutenant Zane Lockhart makes nurse Nora Caldwell (and every other woman he meets) weak at the knees. But Nora has to keep a level head this time. As tempting as it is to fall into his finely sculpted arms—again—she’s got her beautiful baby boy, Liam, to think of now. She can’t settle for some temporary loving. She and her son need, and deserve, more.

  Zane has always responded to the call of duty. But that dedication has meant saying goodbye to Nora far too often. He can’t blame her for doubting that he’s finally ready to put her—and Liam—first. Can the Christmas gift of a lifetime convince her?

  Resisting the urge to throw herself into his arms, she met his gaze deliberately.

  His dark silver eyes roamed her frame hungrily, and still neither of them moved. Not the slightest bit.

  He was here. Alive. Safe. A feat that, as always, felt almost too good to be true...given the types of dangerous missions he went on.

  “Oh my!” Retired librarian Miss Mim fanned her face while Zane and Nora continued to silently size each other up. “Is it hot in here or what?”

  It was definitely steaming, Nora thought. But then, wasn’t that always the case when she and Zane were in the vicinity of each other? Sparks flew, even as duty and honor and strong wills tore them apart.

  “If this is the result of serving in the Army Nurse Corps, I wish I’d done a tour or two,” Miss Patricia teased.

  Not, Nora thought, if your heart had been shattered as often and surely as hers had by this gorgeous hunk of a man.

  Dear Reader,

  Christmas is a time of miracles—when impossible wishes are granted, and even the most elusive love is given and received.

  Nora Caldwell learned heart-wrenching sacrifice as a child. She is determined her only son will not suffer the same lack of parental devotion. Zane Lockhart is a Special Forces soldier who had everything growing up. Except a purpose. He found that serving his country.

  Nora and Zane can’t deny their attraction to each other any more than they can seem to make their on-again, off-again relationship work. Duty and honor keep getting in the way. Zane wants to put their country first. Nora believes family should surpass all priorities.

  It takes Nora’s adorable three-month-old baby, Liam, and the wise residents of Laramie Gardens Home for Seniors to matchmake some sense into these two, and give them the happily-ever-after kind of Christmas they deserve!

  I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy holidays!

  Cathy Gillen Thacker

  PS: For information on this and other books, please visit me at cathygillenthacker.com and/or my Cathy Gillen Thacker Facebook Official Author Page.

  A TEXAS SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS

  Cathy Gillen Thacker

  Cathy Gillen Thacker is married and a mother of three. She and her husband spent eighteen years in Texas and now reside in North Carolina. Her mysteries, romantic comedies and heartwarming family stories have made numerous appearances on bestseller lists, but her best reward, she says, is knowing one of her books made someone’s day a little brighter. A popular Harlequin author for many years, she loves telling passionate stories with happy endings and thinks nothing beats a good romance and a hot cup of tea! You can visit Cathy’s website, cathygillenthacker.com, for more information on her upcoming and previously published books, recipes, and a list of her favorite things.

  Books by Cathy Gillen Thacker

  Harlequin Western Romance

  Texas Legacies: The Lockharts

  A Texas Soldier’s Family

  A Texas Cowboy’s Christmas

  The Texas Valentine Twins

  Wanted: Texas Daddy

  Harlequin American Romance

  McCabe Multiples

  Runaway Lone Star Bride

  Lone Star Christmas

  Lone Star Valentine

  Lone Star Daddy

  Lone Star Baby

  Lone Star Twins

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Cowboy SEAL’s Christmas Baby by Laura Marie Altom

  Chapter One

  “It certainly looks like Christmas came early for you, Nora!” ninety-year-old Miss Sadie said.

  Nora Caldwell regarded the ladies gathered in the Laramie Gardens community room. All were grinning and merrily nudging each other. Not sure she wanted to know what was causing such hilarity, she slowly turned toward the portal. What she saw in the doorway was enough to stop her heart.

  United States Army Lieutenant Zane Lockhart, the love—as well as the bane—of her life. And it wasn’t even Thanksgiving yet! Her knees went weak as she took him in.

  Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Nora noted that the Special Forces officer did not show any new battle scars.

  Clad in desert camouflage shirt and pants and utility boots, his six-foot-three-inch frame was as broad-shouldered and solidly muscled as ever. His ruggedly handsome face bore the perpetual tan she knew so well, his sensual lips the same knowing slant. It didn’t appear he had done more than run a hand through the thick layers of his wheat-gold hair, but it didn’t matter—the cropped shiny-clean strands looked good no matter which way the wind tossed them.

  Resisting the urge to throw herself into his arms, she deliberately met his gaze, while his dark silver eyes roamed her frame every bit as hungrily as she surveyed his. And still, neither of them moved. He was here. Alive. Safe. A feat that, as always, felt almost too good to be true, given the types of dangerous missions he went on.

  “Oh, my!” Retired librarian Miss Mim fanned her face, her face turning as red as her auburn hair while Zane and Nora continued to silently size each other up. “Is it hot in here or what?”

  It was definitely steamy, Nora thought. But then, wasn’t that always the case when she and Zane were in the vicinity of each other? Sparks flew, even as duty and honor and strong wills tore them apart.

  “If this is the result of serving in the Army Nurse Corps, I wish I’d done a tour or two,” Miss Patricia teased.

  Not, Nora thought, if your heart had been shattered as often and surely as hers had by this gorgeous hunk of a man.

  Oblivious to the admiring glances of the three dozen women gathered in the community room, Zane asked, “Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but may I have a word with you, Nora?” His expression abruptly becoming inscrutable, he added, “Privately?”

  Where was his usual wide-as-all-Texas grin, the easy charm he managed to exhibit no matter what, Nora wondered, acutely aware he could be about to give her bad news about one of their fellow soldiers.

  Oblivious to her worry, the ladies promised in unison, “
Go ahead. We can handle the rest of the holiday planning session.”

  Breaking eye contact with Zane, Nora drew a deep enervating breath and said to one and all, “I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Shoulders stiff with tension, she led the way down the hall to the door just off the formal entry.

  Zane read the bronze plaque next to the door. “Are you just the director, or the director of the nursing staff?”

  “Both.” Although she imagined he, like her brigadier-general mother, did not view her current position with the same high regard as her previous assignment in one of the premier military hospitals in the world.

  He followed her inside.

  Nora spun around to face him, still tingling all over. Zane shut the door behind him. Ignored the chair she offered.

  She sat down behind her desk anyway.

  “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on with you?” he said plainly.

  He wanted to talk about their ill-fated off-and-on-again romance? Now? Over a year after it had finally ended? With an insouciance she couldn’t begin to feel, Nora waved an airy hand. “I didn’t think my resignation from the Army was relevant to you, given the way our relationship ended.”

  Zane’s gaze narrowed all the more. “How about your private life?” His square jaw jutted out. “You didn’t think I had a right to know about any of that?”

  Why was he acting so weird? Like a man on a mission? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t known she intended to return to the small West Texas town where she had grown up when she ended her career in the military service.

  Laramie was home to her.

  Laramie was comforting.

  It had been to him, too, as a child, when he had left his wealthy life in Dallas and visited his much more rustic paternal grandfather’s Laramie County ranch in the summers.

  But now he clearly wasn’t thinking about their closeness back then.

  Doggedly, he persisted, “You didn’t think you should at least write or call me and let me know of your plans?”

  Feeling even more baffled, Nora shrugged. “Ah. Not really.”

  His expression changed. Became almost rueful. He sat down and leaned forward, his muscular forearms on his spread knees. He speared her with his gaze. “Did I really disappoint you that badly?”

  If he only knew. Hurt filled her heart. She swallowed and tried again to explain, “I told you...it wasn’t you. It was never you.” Zane had been clear about who and what he was from the very start. “It was me,” she admitted in a low, strangled voice. “I’m the one who couldn’t handle the intensity of our affair.” The fact that every time he left she had to contend with the fact she might never see him again.

  He straightened, squaring his broad shoulders. “So you came here?”

  It was the only thing in her life at that time that had made sense. Especially with everything else she’d had going on, familywise. “My sister, mother and I all still jointly own a home here, the one my grandparents left us.” The one she had grown up in.

  Nora swallowed around the parched feeling in her throat. “After serving in field hospitals and military trauma centers—” helping the sometimes mortally wounded “—I needed something low-key.”

  He squinted, displeased. “That doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me about your future plans.”

  Actually, Nora thought, it pretty much explained everything. Sharing in his obvious exasperation, she glared right back at him. “We weren’t in touch after we ended things.” And hadn’t been for the last year.

  “Actually, Nora, you ended things,” he jumped in to correct. Sounding a little angry and resentful now.

  Guilt flooded her. “Okay, yes, I did. And I told you then that it wasn’t your fault. You handled the dangerous aspects of your military service just fine. It was me who couldn’t take the not knowing where you were, or what you were doing, or if you were okay. It was me who couldn’t take you just showing up hurt, repeatedly, in the military hospital where I was assigned.”

  It had gotten to the point where she couldn’t eat or sleep, or even smile when he was deployed, he was on her mind so much.

  That was when he had begun to worry about her, too.

  And being distracted like that, they both knew, could get him killed. So she had ended it, and a few months after that, exited the armed service honorably.

  He rose and paced the office for several long moments. Stopping abruptly, he leaned against a wall, arms folded in front of him, and locked his steely gaze on her. “Okay, I get all that. What I can’t fathom is why you didn’t think I had a right to know!”

  She huffed in frustration. Demanded finally, “Know what?”

  “That you had our baby.”

  * * *

  ZANE HAD BRACED for a lot of different reactions from Nora Caldwell. Defiance, anger, resentment, even heartlessness. He wasn’t prepared for shock. And dismay.

  Nora pushed back her chair and shot to her full five feet nine inches. Her hair, always a beautiful chestnut brown, now sported sunny golden highlights and fell past her shoulders in the kind of loose, sexy waves military regulations never would have permitted. Beneath her elegant cheekbones, her soft luscious lips clamped down on an O of surprise, while her sky blue eyes radiated a resentment that seemed soul-deep.

  Still glaring at him furiously, she propped her hands on her hips. In a pair of black scrubs, with a long-sleeved light blue T-shirt underneath, she was as lithe and physically fit as ever.

  Frowning, she demanded, “What in heaven’s name are you talking about?”

  So. She was going to carry the ruse on to the end. Another disappointment. He’d thought she was better than that.

  He met her glare equably. “Our son?”

  Her delicate brow furrowed. “You and I don’t have a baby!”

  “Your Facebook page says differently.”

  “First of all, you and I aren’t Facebook friends.”

  “And now I know why. Because you didn’t want me to know about the baby.”

  She drew a deep breath and shoved a hand through her hair. “Obviously, you are referring to all the photos of Liam I’ve posted since I adopted him three months ago.”

  Adopted!

  Zane paused. “You didn’t say anything about that in any of the photos.”

  “Maybe because I didn’t need to!” Flushing, she turned away. “Maybe all I need to know—all anyone needs to know—is that he is my son and I love him with all my heart, you dumb son of a gun!”

  She was swearing at him again.

  That meant she still had some feelings for him, right?

  “Hey.” Still holding her gaze, he aimed a thumb at his chest. Not ready to give up on what he had assumed up to now to be true, he shot back, “The timing fits.” Too well for comfort, if you asked him. “We broke up a year ago. The kid was born three months ago.”

  Looking as if it were taking every ounce of self-control she possessed not to slug him, Nora nodded. “So naturally he had to be yours. Right, soldier?”

  She hadn’t slept with anyone else. Of that he was certain. She was as much a one-man woman, as he was a one-woman guy.

  Hence, there had been only one conclusion to jump to. Still could be. Aware there was a very good reason—in her mind anyway—for him not to be named the little tyke’s daddy, he folded his arms across his chest. “Let’s just say that there was a definite probability.”

  Just as there was a definite probability their on-again, off-again relationship was about to be right back on.

  Her brow lifting in disdain, she huffed, “Which is the only reason you showed up here like this! So you could do your duty and honorably acknowledge paternity!”

  He wanted to say it wasn’t true.

  But he couldn’t.

  The minute their mut
ual friend had showed him the social media pages, he had started making plans, arranged for long-overdue leave and hopped a flight back to the good old US of A, figuring Christmas had come early for him, too.

  Nora Caldwell, however, apparently had other ideas.

  Ideas that apparently did not include a welcome home hug and kiss. Or anything else of a friendly nature.

  She clamped her soft, kissable lips together tightly. Looked him up and down, finding nothing but fault. “I see.”

  Did she?

  Because as far as he was concerned, adoption or no adoption, this was their big chance. Maybe their last chance. If they could go back a step and start this reunion over. Something that again did not appear to be in her game plan.

  “Well. Nice seeing you again, Lieutenant.” She whipped her hands off her hips and shoved him none too gently toward the portal.

  He dug in his heels. Once again, he had blown it with her, without meaning to. He lifted both hands in abject surrender. Not a usual acknowledgment on his part. “Nora...”

  His heartfelt plea fell on deaf ears.

  “Don’t let the door hit you on your way out!” She gave one final shove to the center of his chest, and then he was standing on the other side of the portal. Her office door slammed in his face.

  * * *

  THE FIRST THING Zane noticed was the fact he wasn’t alone. In fact, quite a crowd of senior men and women had congregated in the hallway. The expressions on their faces indicated they had heard at least part of what had transpired.

  The second thing he saw was a young woman dressed like a student, in jeans and a community college T-shirt. She had a diaper bag slung over her shoulder, a baby boy cradled in her arms.

  Liam.

  Zane had spent enough hours poring over the social media photos, while on the flight home to Texas, not to recognize this little angel. The tiny fella was again dressed all in blue. He had a cute little face and the same long-lashed sky blue eyes as his mother. The hair peeking out from beneath the cap was light, too.

  No wonder Nora had called him the love of her life.