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NEW YORK TIMESBESTSELLING AUTHOR JANET CHAPMAN
keeps the fire burning all year long. . . .
“Chapman is unmatched and unforgettable.”
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Praise for the charming Highlanders series
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ONLY WITH A HIGHLANDER
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Also by Janet Chapman
Moonlight Warrior
The Man Must Marry
Secrets of the Highlander
The Stranger in Her Bed
The Seduction of His Wife
Only with a Highlander
The Dangerous Protector
Tempting the Highlander
The Seductive Impostor
Wedding the Highlander
Loving the Highlander
Charming the Highlander
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A Highlander Christmas
JANET CHAPMAN
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To those of you who don’t believe in miracles, get ready,
because you’re going to get them anyway!
A Highlander Christmas
Chapter One
The only thing stopping Grey from strangling the shivering man crouched in front of their hearth was that he didn’t wish to upset Grace. And since his wife already looked pale enough to pass out, Greylen MacKeage contented himself with glaring at his son-in-law and chief of police, Jack Stone, who had broughtthe half-frozen man to them.
Apparently also stunned by the news, Jack merely shrugged.
“Would you mind repeating what you just said, Mr. Pascal?” Grace whispered, clutching the arms of her chair. “As I don’t believe I heard you correctly the first time.”
Luke Pascal turned from warming his hands at the fire, his worried glance darting to Grey before returning to Grace. “When I went to NASA and asked to see her a couple of months ago, I was told that Camry hasn’t worked there since December of last year. Then when I went to her condo, I found out she had sold it sometime last spring. I’m sorry I’ve obviously shocked you, Dr. Sutter, but I assumed you knew. “
Honest to God, if Pascal didn’t stop calling his wife Dr. Sutter,Grey really was going to strangle the bastard. “And how is it that ye know our daughter?” he asked.
Luke Pascal stood up from his crouched position and faced Grey. “I’ve been communicating with Camry by e-mail for quite some time.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Or I had been up until this summer, when she suddenly stopped e-mailing me back.”
Grace suddenly jumped to her feet, which made Pascal step back. “ You’rethe Frenchman who was giving Camry fits?”
Pascal’s chill-drawn face flushed. “I prefer to think we were engaged in a lively scientific discussion. It certainly wasn’t my intention to give her fits.” He winced. “Though judging from some of her e-mails, I can see that I may have hit a nerve or two.”
“And you say she stopped e-mailing you last summer?”
“Right after I suggested that I should come to America so we could collaborate.”
“My daughter didn’t think that was a good idea?” Grey asked, drawing Pascal’s attention again.
The man took another step back. “According to her last e-mail, I would have to say no, she didn’t.”
“But you came anyway.”
Their slowly thawing guest looked at Grace, obviously knowing she was the scientist in the family and apparently deciding he’d rather deal with her. “I am this close to finally unlocking the secret to ion propulsion,” he said, holding his thumb and index finger an inch apart. “And I was sure that if Camry and I tackled the problem together, we could have a working prototype within a year.”
“And her reply was?”
“A rather succinct no,” he muttered, edging back toward the fire. His navy blue eyes moved from Grace to Grey. “You haven’t spoken with her at all in the last year?”
Jack snorted, and Grey shot him a glare, which he then turned on Pascal. “Camry’s been home several times, but she always led us to believe she was returning to Florida whenever she left.”
“And since she has a cell phone,” Grace interjected, “we never bother calling her lab.” She collapsed back in her chair, shaking her head. “I just spoke with her a few days ago, and she told me her work was going great.” She lifted distressed eyes to Grey. “Why didn’t she tell us she’d left NASA? And if she sold her condo, where is she living now?”
Not wanting to discuss family matters in front of a stranger, Grey headed toward the foyer. “Come, Pascal. I’ll take you to our resort hotel and get ye a room.”
“No,” Grace said, jumping to her feet again. “Luke will stay here at Gù Brath.”
“That isn’t necessary,” Pascal said, correctly reading Grey’s desire that he get the hell out of their house. “I really don’t wish to intrude. If I can just sleep in a warm bed for a couple of days to thaw out,” he said with an involuntary shiver, “and get some hot food in my stomach, I will be good to go. I really should be heading back to France anyway, before I find myself out of a job.”
“But I thought you came here to collaborate with Camry?”
“But Camry doesn’t wish to collaborate with me, Dr. Sutter.”
Grace waved that away, then suddenly looped her arm through his, walking him past Grey toward the stairs leading to the bedrooms. “Please call me Grace, Luke. I haven’t been called ‘Doctor’ in years. Where are your belongings?”
“In my rental car, buried under three feet of snow someplace out there,” he said, motioning with his hand. “I had no idea Maine got such fierce blizzards this early in the season. I thought February and March were your snowy months. I must have walked ten miles before Chief Stone came cruising by on his snowmobile.”
Grace stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to the men. “Jack, could you find Luke’s car and get his belongings for him?”
Jack nodded. “Not a problem, Mother Mac.”
She started walking up the stairs, Luke still in tow. “In the meantime, I’ll find you something to wear, and while you’re taking a warm shower, I’ll throw together a nice hot meal for you.”
They walked along the balcony, and Pascal gave one last wary glance toward the foyer before disappearing down the hall.
Grey turned to his son-in-law, but Jack raised his hand. “Give me two hours, and I’ll be able to tell you everything you want to know about Luke Pascal, right down to his birth weight.”
“And you’ll find out where the hell Camry is.”
“Well, that might be a little harder,” Jack told him. “If Cam’s been lying to us for over a year about where she’s working and living, she’s certainly smart enough not to leave a paper trail.”
“I’ll call her, and you can trace her cell phone signal.”
Jack shook his head. “That would require involving the feds, and I doubt they’d consider a father searching for his grown daughter to be a threat to homeland security.”
“Then use your own skills for tracking down runaways.”
“It often took me months to find those kids, Grey, and then most times it was sheer luck. Maybe Winter or Matt could help. Or Robbie.”
“No, I don’t wish to involve anyone else in this. Camry’s been lying to them as well, and I would rather find out her reason first, and not embarrass her in front of the entire family.”
Jack nodded. “I can respect that. I’ll quietly track her down, but it might take a while. And anyway, the solstice birthday bash is only a little over two weeks away. You can ask her what’s going on then.”
“She’s not coming this year. She claimed she couldn’t get away from work.”
“I’m sorry. It’s got to be hard finding out from a stranger that your daughter’s been lying to you. But what I can’t figure out is why.” Jack chuckled softly. “Of all your girls, Cam would be the one to throw us a curve, but outright lying?” He shook his head. “That’s the last thing I’d expect from her.”
Grey glanced up at the balcony. “She’s not the only one lying to us. About the only thing Pascal said that I believe is that the blizzard caught him by surprise. By the looks of his beard and the condition of his clothes, he’s been camping out for a while. Where, exactly, did ye find him?”
Jack stepped over to the door and put his hand on the knob. “About twenty miles north of town, on one of the tote roads leading to Springy Mountain.”
“And what excuse did he give for being out in the middle of nowhere?”
“He said he was looking for an old camp that his grandfather used to own. But the moment I introduced myself, he mentioned Camry’s name. That’s when I knew he’d been searching for whatever fell out of the sky and crashed north of here last summer.” Jack glanced up at the empty balcony, then back at Grey. “Are you really going to let him stay in the house?”
Grey found his first smile of the afternoon. “Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer, Stone.”
“And Pascal is the enemy?”
“Until he proves otherwise, he is.”
Luke stood under the blessedly hot shower spray, gritting his teeth against the pain of his toes thawing, and began shaving off his beard with the razor he’d found in the fully supplied bathroom. As the evidence of his last two months of living like a caveman slowly fell away, he wondered if he hadn’t just jumped out of the proverbial frying pan and into the fire.
First and probably most surprisingly, Grace Sutter MacKeage wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting. For a woman with enough academic degrees—two of which were doctorates—to wallpaper a house, she sure as hell didn’t appear to have one nerdy bone in her body. Luke knew she was in her mid-sixties and was the mother of seven girls, but she didn’t look a day over fifty.
Her husband, however, sent chills through Luke that had absolutely nothing to do with his state of near frostbite. Greylen MacKeage had to be closer to seventy, and every damn year of experience showed in his sharp, piercing green eyes. When Luke had innocently mentioned that Camry hadn’t worked for NASA for over a year, Greylen had appeared ready to kill the messenger—as if somehow it was hisfault that Camry had been lying to them.
When Luke had found out his rescuer was Jack Stone, who he knew was married to Camry’s sister, Megan, he’d thought his luck had finally changed. That is, until he’d come face-to-face with the woman whose life’s work he had destroyed. It had been all he could do not to throw himself at Dr. Sutter’s feet and beg her forgiveness for destroying Podly.
Although to be fair, he’d only been trying to eavesdrop on Podly’s transmissions, not hijack the little satellite. And he sure as hell hadn’t meant to make it fall out of orbit. But to have it crash so close to Pine Creek . . . that was just outright eerie.
Then to have his childhood idol welcome him into her home and treat him with nothing but kindness? Well, he definitely was going to hell for his deceptions.
Luke turned to let the hot spray cascade over his clean-shaven face and started washing his hair. Stone hadn’t believed him about searching for an old family camp; Luke had read the suspicion in the quiet lawman’s eyes before he’d even finished telling the lie. So he’d switched to the half-truth that he knew Camry MacKeage, and that he thought she lived in Pine Creek. Chief Stone had then loaded Luke onto his snowmobile and driven the machine right through town, into the TarStone Mountain Ski Resort, and right up to what he could only describe as a castle. Hell, they’d even had to walk across a drawbridge to reach the front door!
So now what was he supposed to do? He’d just spent the last five months searching for Podly: the first three going over trajectory data, and the last two scouring Springy Mountain. And he still didn’t have a clue where that satellite was; the damn thing could be at the bottom of Pine Lake for all he knew.
Once again, Luke fought the overwhelming urge to throw himself at Grace’s feet, beg her forgiveness, then ask her to help him find hersatellite that hehad lost. But then all he had to do was picture Greylen MacKeage’s piercing green eyes, and remember the lethal-looking antique sword he’d seen hanging over the hearth. Confessing might be good for his soul, but getting skewered by an enraged husband was another matter entirely.
Which brought Luke’s thinking around to their daughter; did Camry take after her mother or her father?
Her father, he would guess, judging by some of her more scathing e-mails—which had actually fired his desire to meet her in person.
That is, until today. Now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to lock himself in a lab with Camry, because if she had inherited any of her daddy’s highlander genes, one of them might not come out alive.
Maybe Gracewas the MacKeage he should be trying to collaborate with. He certainly wouldn’t mind fulfilling his childhood dream of working with the legendary woman. It was Grace Sutter MacKeage, after all, who had turned him on to space travel when, at the age of twelve, he’d come across an article she’d written in a science journal, where she’d talked about her ongoing search for a more efficient rocket fuel.
But she was probably on the phone to her daughter right now, telling Camry about his unexpected and decidedly unceremonious arrival. And Camry was probably telling her mother to kick him out on his frozen ass.
How had his altruistic endeavor turned into such a fiasco?
All he’d been trying to do was unlock the secret to ion propulsion, but he’d ended up destroying the final piece of the puzzle instead. Did Grace even know her forty-year-long experiment was scattered over several square miles of densely forested mountain terrain?
She had to. The entire civilized world knew something had crashed in these mountains; he just didn’t know if Grace was aware it was her beloved Podly.
Finally able to feel his toes again, Luke shut off the water and dried off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, padded into the large, tastefully decorated bedroom he’d been given, and stopped dead in his tracks.
While he’d been in the shower, someone had set clean clothes on the bed, started a roaring fire in the hearth, and placed a tray of food on a table in front of it.
Oh, yeah. He definitely was going to hell.
Chapter Two
“Ireally don’t care what Jack found out about Lucian Pascal Renoir,” Grace said, dropping her robe and stepping into the shower. She popped her head out to glare at Grey in the bathroom mirror. “I’m more concerned where Camry is.”
“How in hell can ye have lived with me for thirty-five years and not learned some sense of security?” Grey said, his razor stopped halfway to his face. “Ye welcomed a complete stranger into our home, and even showed him your lab today.”
Grace closed the shower curtain, lathered her sponge with lilac soap, and stepped under the spray. “I don’t need a sense of security—I have you.” She smiled when she heard him snort. “And if you could have seen Luke when I took him down to my lab this morning, you’d understand why I don’t need to know everything about him,” she continued. “The man actually kept his hands in his pockets, as if he were afraid to touch anything, and spoke in reverent whispers. It took me nearly an hour to persuade him that he could spend the afternoon down there by himself, and even catch up on his e-mail if he wanted.”
The shower curtain suddenly opened, and her husband’s face—half covered with shaving cream—popped into view. “Ye left a rival scientist in your lab all by himself all afternoon?” He sighed heavily. “That’s what I mean, Grace. You’re too damn trusting for your own good sometimes.”
She pushed him out and slid the curtain shut. “You’re letting in a draft. And Luke’s not a rival scientist because I am not competing with anyone. We are all working toward the same goal of seeing mankind travel to other planets.”
The shower curtain opened again and Grey stepped in, stole the sponge from her, and started lathering his broad chest. “The man has been all but stalking our little girl for a year, and ye gave him complete access to her work right along with yours.”
Grace didn’t have the heart to point out that he was going to smell like lilacs all day tomorrow. “And as soon as you and Jack figure out where Camry is,” she said, “I intend to send Luke after her.”
Grey dropped the sponge in surprise. “You will not! Ye may have talked me into not calling her yesterday and demanding she tell us where she is, but when we do find her, I’ll be going to get her, not Pascal. I don’t trust the bastard. He’s been lying to us since he got here. He didn’t even tell us his real name.”
Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. “He told us most of his name,” she whispered, running a finger over his clenched jaw. “And he wasn’t lying about Camry getting fired. I called her former boss this morning, and he told me he had been forced to let Camry go because she was so harried and unfocused, she was disrupting everyone else’s work. I know you think you should be the one to go get her,” she said in a rush, placing her finger over his lips when he tried to speak. “But think about it, Grey. If you drag Camry back to Gù Brath before she’s ready to come home on her own, it will alienate her even more.”
“Then what makes ye think Pascal can accomplish what I can’t? Camry got so angry at the man that she stopped e-mailing him.”
Grace bent down and picked up the sponge, turned her husband around, and started washing his back. “Exactly. Luke must have hit a powerfully raw nerve for her to walk away from the rousing argument they were having. Don’t you remember what Camry was like last winter, Grey? She was so excited about her work and so angry at Luke, she could have flown to the moon under her own power. But then everything suddenly stopped last summer.”
“Because Pascal said he was coming to America.”
“Exactly. Coming face-to-face with someone she was that passionately involved with obviously scared the hell out of her.”
He turned around to glare at her. “Camry fears nothing.”
“No? Then why has she been lying to us for over a year? And why hasn’t she been home since the summer solstice? Why won’t she meet Luke in person? And why is she hiding from us, and from him, and from the work she loves?”
Grey leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I don’t know. I thought there wasn’t any problem our daughters couldn’t come to us with.”
Grace wrapped her arms around his waist. “This isn’t something you can fix, Grey. Camry has to fix herself.” She smiled up at him. “And I honestly believe that Lucian Pascal Renoir is just the catalyst to get her roaring back into life again.”
“Ye believe sending one liar after another will get us our little girl back?”
“No, I believe that two people, each of whom appears to be in desperate need of a miracle, can get themselves back. And I also believe that the next time we see our ‘little girl,’ she’ll be a fully realized, self-empowered woman, and Luke Pascal will have that same dazed look on his face that all you men get when you suddenly realize you’ve met your match.”
“And Camry is Pascal’s match?”
“Aye, MacKeage,” Grace said, mimicking his burr as she slid her hands up over his ribs. “I think those two lying young fools absolutely deserve each other. I need you tonight, husband,” she whispered.
His arms around her tightened, and Grace felt the evidence of his own need pushing into her belly. He suddenly reached behind her and shut off the water, swept her up in his strong arms, and carried her into the bedroom.
“Do ye honestly believe that in all our years together, I haven’t known what you’re up to when you get all soft and pliable in my arms during one of our little discussions?” he asked, setting her down on the bed, then quickly covering her damp body with his.
She trailed a finger over his smile. “I prefer to believe that I merely point out a reasonable course of action and, being the wise man that you are, you simply see things my way.”
“And you’ve taught this trick to our daughters?”
“All seven of them,” she said with a delighted laugh.
“May God have mercy on your soul, woman,” he muttered, covering her mouth with his.
Grace looked up from the beautiful Christmas card she was holding and smiled at Grey sitting across the breakfast table. “You can tell Jack to stop searching for Camry,” she said, pushing an envelope toward him. “Because we just found her.”
Grey picked up the envelope, saw there wasn’t a return address, and frowned.
“Read the postmark,” she instructed.
“Go Back Cove, Maine?” He held out his hand to her. “Camry sent us a Christmas card?”
Grace handed him the card, which had an enchanting angel on the front, floating in a small forest clearing surrounded by fir trees dusted with snow. “Before you read the inside, take a moment to study the picture,” she told him. “Besides the angel, what do you see?”
“I see a crow hiding in the trees,” he said, his frown deepening.
Grace arched a brow. “Do we know any crows?”
His frown turned to an outright scowl, and he flipped open the card. “Your unborngreatgrandson did not send us a Christmas card. See,” he said, tapping the bottom of the card, “it’s not signed Tom,it’s signed only with an F.”
His frown returned. “What does this F person mean by thanking us for raising such a wonderful daughter?” He turned the card to see if there was anything written on the back, just as Grace had done earlier. Finding nothing, he reread the short note. “That’s it? Just ‘thank ye for raising such a wonderful daughter’? He or she doesn’t even say whichdaughter.” He tossed the card on the table between them. “It could be any one of our wonderful girls.”
“F is referring to Camry,” Grace insisted, picking up the card and smiling at the beautiful angel. She stood up and walked to the map of Maine hanging beside the back door over the row of coat pegs. “I’ve never heard of Go Back Cove, have you?”
Grey came over and also studied the map. “No. But coveimplies water, so it must be on the coast.”
“Or on any one of Maine’s six thousand lakes and ponds.” She went over to the computer on the counter next to the fridge, opened Google Earth, and typed in “Go Back Cove, Maine.” “You’re right, it is on the coast,” she said, pointing at the map on the screen. “It’s about thirty miles north of Portland.”
Luke Pascal walked into the kitchen but stopped in the doorway when Grey turned and frowned at him. “Luke,” Grace said, going over and holding out the card. “We found Camry. She’s living in Go Back Cove, Maine.” As soon as he took the card, she led him over to the computer. “It’s a small town on the coast, north of Portland.”
Luke moved his gaze from the computer screen to the open card in his hand, then turned it to see if there was anything written on the back. “Who is F?” he asked.
Grace waved his question away, rushing to the table to get the envelope. “We don’t know, other than that it’s obviously someone who knows Camry.”
“But he or she doesn’t even mention her by name,” Luke said, taking the envelope and reading the postmark. He glanced uncertainly at Grey, then at Grace. “So how do you know it’s Camry this F person is talking about?”
“Of course it is. All of our daughters are wonderful, but Camry’s the only one who’s missing right now.”
“This handwriting looks feminine,” he said, closing the card to study the angel on the front. He turned sympathetic eyes on Grace. “I realize it’s distressing not knowing where Camry is, Dr. Sutt—I mean Grace,” he quickly corrected, darting a frantic look at Grey.
Grace had finally had to explain to Luke that her husband preferred MacKeageto Sutter, before the younger scientist had finally started calling her by her first name.
“But what I don’t understand,” he continued, “is how you can conclude that a half-signed Christmas card, that doesn’t even mention her name, tells you Camry is living in Go Back Cove.”
“Do you believe in magic, Luke?” she asked, ignoring her husband’s not-so-subtle growl.
“Magic?” Luke repeated with a frown.
“How about serendipitous coincidence, then?”
“Excuse me?”
Grace sighed and took the card and envelope from him. “Okay then, let’s just call it mother’s intuition,shall we?” She waved the card between Luke and Grey. “You will both simply have to trust me when I say that Camry is living in Go Back Cove.” She looked at her watch, then at Luke. “It’s only nine. If you leave right after lunch, you should be there in plenty of time to settle into your hotel.”
“Excuse me?” he repeated, looking even more confused.
Grey sighed, only much more heavily than Grace had. “You’re going to Go Back Cove, Pascal, to talk our daughter into coming home.”
Luke’s eyes widened and he took a step back. “I am?”
“But you only have two weeks to make it happen,” Grace interjected. “We want her home by the winter solstice.”
Luke took another step back, his alarm evident. “Considering Camry’s last e-mail to me, I am probably the last person she wants to see. And this really is a family matter, don’t you think? Shouldn’t the two of you go after her?”
“We can’t,” Grace told him.
“But why?” he asked, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
“Because she can’t know that we know she was fired from NASA, much less that we know she’s been lying to us,” Grace explained. “She has to wantto come home, and she needs to tell us in person what she’s been doing for the last year.”
“Then how am I supposed to persuade her to come home if I can’t reveal how worried you are about her?”
“That should be easy for you, Renoir,” Grey said. “Ye just elaborate on the lies you’ve been telling us.”
Luke dropped his gaze to Grace’s feet, but then he suddenly stiffened, as if fighting some urge, and looked at Grey. “My full name is Lucian Pascal Renoir, but I go by Luke Pascal . . . sometimes.” He tugged on his sleeve again, as if the borrowed shirt irritated him. “And because Camry knew me as Lucian Renoir from my e-mails, and I thought she might be here when Jack Stone found me, I told him my name was Pascal so I wouldn’t get thrown back out in the snow on my as—on my ear.”
“Then when you arrive in Go Back Cove,” Grace said, pulling out a chair at the table and urging him to sit down, “I suggest you continue using ‘Luke Pascal.’ ”
“But . . .”
She patted his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Luke,” she assured him, going to the oven and getting the plate of eggs and toast she’d kept warming for him. “As soon as you’re done with breakfast, you can sort through your belongings and give me what clothes need to be washed. Then we’ll get on the Internet and find you a hotel in Go Back Cove. It’s a small town, so it shouldn’t take you too long to find Camry.”
