Free An Angel for Christmas by Heather Graham Page B

who love him while he’s on the way. All that he needs is a little faith.”
    Morwenna frowned. “What are you talking about?”
    â€œYour brother really is a brilliant musician. Have you ever really listened to him play? He’s amazing. He wants to pursue it. But in your family music is a hobby. Bobby can make more out of it, he just feels he has to prove to all of you that he can do it before he really gives it his whole heart. But he’s moving in the right direction.”
    â€œWell, thank you, Mr. Cop-without-a-badge or-uniform!” Morwenna said. “And how do I fix my life?”
    â€œOh, Morwenna, that’s so easy. Quit playing the game. Stop trying to fix other people, and support them, in whatever they need. Don’t tryto play any roles in life, and stop and think about what you really want,” he told her.
    â€œSo simple!” she told him with heat. “So simple—and maybe you might want to think about life that way yourself! You’re just great at pointing out problems. Surely you have something in your life that you’re not dealing with. Maybe you should worry about yourself.”
    â€œI didn’t mean to be intrusive,” he said. “You’re just good people—you should be happy.”
    â€œWhat is happy? I mean, who is happy every single minute?”
    â€œContent, then. Happiness is going through life with problems, and yet knowing where you’re going, and enjoying the moments that are filled with laughter and love.”
    I am happy! she thought defensively.
    Was she?
    She turned away from him. This time of year, getting together—it could be one of those times when they were just happy, and appreciating one another.
    â€œHey,” he said softly, and she looked up at him.For a moment, she felt as if the fleeting seconds of time they shared, on the floor in the cold of the garage, were some of the most intimate she had ever known. His eyes were a green like the grass in summer. They seemed to speak in a whisper to her soul. She wanted to touch his face, and marvel that anything with such rugged appeal could be so tender and knowing.
    She almost moved back. She liked him. And she was in a relationship, and she wasn’t going to have any dreams about a stranger suddenly cast on their doorstep.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said. “I can see that you all wind up in tangles because you do love one another so much. But here’s the good—whether or not there is a miracle and Cindy and Shayne wind up back together or not, they’re on their way to being the best they can possibly be. Cindy sent those kids here, right? Likely because she decided that they should have a real family Christmas, even if that meant it was one without her.”
    Morwenna sighed. “Shayne thinks she wanted quality time with the new love of her life.”
    â€œWell, of course he does. Someday he’ll step back and rethink that.”
    â€œWhat’s this about Bobby? He’s my brother—what do you think you know about him that I don’t?” Morwenna demanded.
    â€œYou should ask Bobby,” he told her. “Hand me part D3a, will you, please?”
    She did so. For a moment, she didn’t really see him. She rose awkwardly, thinking about the things Gabe had told her. It was true; Shayne was hurting. And Bobby…
    She wanted to talk to her brother. Alone.
    â€œThere we go!” Gabe said.
    Startled, she looked back to him. He had risen as well; the bike was completely assembled.
    â€œWow,” she said.
    He grinned. “Not bad, eh?”
    â€œNot bad at all. Now, all we have to do is get it to the house in this storm.”
    As she spoke, the garage door opened with a thud. Bobby, bracing himself, stood in the doorway.
    â€œThank the Lord! It’s done, and I don’t have to help,” he said, eyeing the bike.
    â€œThat’s the ticket,” Morwenna said. She smiled at