Christmas On Pointe (A Silver Bell Falls Holiday Novella) Read online

  Christmas

  On

  Pointe

  By

  Samantha

  Chase

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 by Samantha Chase. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  To My Favorite Romance Chasers

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  FIVE

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Epilogue

  About Samantha Chase

  Where to Find Me

  Chapter One

  Connect with Savanna

  To My Favorite Romance Chasers

  Another year together!

  It is hard to believe that I am coming up on five years of doing this and some of you have been a part of this journey since the beginning. That still blows my mind.

  Your friendship is invaluable and I am beyond thankful for each and every one of you. I look forward to the coming year for us all and this is just my little way of saying thank you for all that you do.

  So once again, this book is for you.

  xoxo

  Samantha

  One

  Abby Foster ran down her snow-slicked driveway and mentally cursed her inability to keep track of the time. She’d purposely asked for the mid-morning shift at the diner because she couldn’t seem to get herself there on time for the early morning one and now here she was, still running late.

  Her alarm went off on time. She even got out of bed after only hitting the snooze button once. After that, it all went downhill.

  Well, maybe downhill wasn’t the right word. When she woke up, she put on some music and danced herself awake. Some people drank coffee; Abby danced. It was an odd habit – she was well aware – and yet it worked for her.

  With October ending, she felt okay with pulling out a Christmas music CD to dance to this morning. It was inspirational and she was already thinking about her selections for the annual Silver Bell Falls Christmas Show. Her students – who were all under the age of ten – were going to love it. There would be no Nutcracker for her class. Nope. Abby believed in doing something original that would guarantee the good people of Silver Bell would want to come back year after year just to see what her tiny dancers could do.

  Climbing into her car, she smiled. It was bitterly cold with snow on the ground and normally that didn’t really hit until November, but Mother Nature decided to come and say hello a bit early this year. Not that she minded – the cold, the snow...it was all part of the appeal of living in the far North.

  Glancing at the dashboard clock, she saw it was five minutes till nine and sighed. “Late again.” Even though she knew no one would give her grief about it, she hated that she couldn’t seem to be on time for anything.

  Again, maybe anything was a bit strong. She managed to be on time when it was something she wanted to do – like teaching dance to her students. For that she even managed to be early. Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that she loved the makeshift dance studio and it afforded her way more space to move around than her own tiny basement.

  So really, the diner was the job she had out of necessity – Lord knew she had enough bills to pay – but dancing was the job of her heart. She just wished she could make it a full-time job. The studio where she taught was really just a room in the community center. If she had her way, she’d build a real one with several large rooms and a stage for rehearsals and she’d teach ballet and jazz and modern dance and even hip-hop to people of all ages!

  Pulling into the parking lot of the Silver Bell Falls diner, she sighed again. It was time to stop living in her dream and focus on reality. The diner – that was her reality. She needed this job and the last thing she wanted was to give her bosses any reason to cut her loose. They had been gracious enough to let her adjust her hours in hopes of her being on time, yet here it was on the third day with the new schedule and she was already late.

  Running across the parking lot, she almost slipped and fell – cursing the fact that she hadn’t put on her snow boots and opted for her sneakers. With a mild screech, she caught herself just before she slammed into the glass front door.

  It took a moment to get her heart rate back to normal and once it was, she opened the door and stepped inside.

  “That was a close one!” Bev, one of the waitresses, called out. “I thought for sure you were going to body slam the door.”

  Chuckling, Abby walked by as she pulled off her hat and mittens. “I’m not gonna lie. I was bracing for impact.” Walking into the back room, she put her personal belongings into her locker and then pulled out her apron and tied it around her waist. She checked her reflection in the mirror and fought against sighing. Her jet-black hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail and even then it was halfway down her back. Turning back to her locker, she pulled a couple of pins out of her bag and quickly twisted her hair up into a bun.

  Typical ballerina, she thought.

  The little bit of makeup she wore didn’t do much for her either.

  “No wonder I can’t get a date,” she muttered as she closed her locker and made her way out to the dining area. Within minutes, she was filling salt and pepper shakers and wiping down the counters.

  “Are you looking for a date?” Bev asked as she stepped closer. “Because if you are, my nephew...”

  “No!” Abby quickly interrupted. This wasn’t the first time Bev had attempted a little matchmaking. “I mean...no. I’m not looking for a date.”

  “But that’s what you said when you came out here.”

  Crap. “I just noticed that I look a little...blah...when I looked in the mirror.” She stopped and gave a soft laugh. “Especially when I have my hair pulled back and no makeup on.” She shrugged. “Just an observation.”

  “Well, if you change your mind...”

  “How was the breakfast crowd this morning? Any good gossip?” Please let there be gossip, she silently begged.

  “Just the usual. Kay Farrell and JoDeen Martin were arguing over who is running the quilting bee.”

  “Again? Aren’t they co-chairs?”

  “Yup. And they’re both still trying to figure out who is the head co-chair.”

  Abby smiled and moved on to filling the napkin holders. “Any word on Hank and Lisa’s new grandbaby? Is she here yet?”

  “Nope. They’re going to induce Aimee on Saturday so I’m sure we’ll be seeing all kinds of pictures on Monday.”

  “Damn. And I’ll miss it,” she muttered.

  “Are you missing your morning shift already? I thought you wanted to come in later.”

  “I did. I mean...I do. It’s just...it’s quiet in here now and the lunch crowd is always in such a rush that I don’t really get to hear anything good. Breakfast is when everyone shares all the juicy stuff and all the interesting people are here.”

  Bev leveled her with a stare. “Interesting people? Seriously?”

  “What? What’s wrong with that?”

  “Or do you mean interesting people?” she asked with a little more emphasis.

  “I’m sure you’re going somewhere wit
h this, but for the life of me I don’t know where.”

  “Oh please, Abby,” Bev said with a chuckle. “You and I both know you used to enjoy watching our resident recluse and trying to chat him up when he would come in for breakfast.”

  “Not much of a recluse if he came in for breakfast every day,” she muttered and then smiled brightly at Bev. “And I don’t know who you’re even talking about.”

  Liar. Liar. Liar.

  She spun and wiped down the countertop, then moved on to brew a fresh pot of coffee.

  “Fine, be that way,” Bev said evasively, her blonde bob swinging as she turned and walked away. “Did I mention that my granddaughter Lindsay is thinking of taking your beginner ballet class?”

  That piqued her interest. “Really? That would be great! We’re rehearsing for our Christmas performances so now would be the perfect time!” Abby spun again before she bent down to wipe up some sugar that had spilled on the floor. Once she was on her feet and moved to toss the rag aside, she caught Bev grinning. “What? Why are you smiling?”

  “It’s like you do ballet without even thinking about it! I was just standing here watching you bend and glide and...move like a dancer. So graceful, so elegant...even when it’s just cleaning up this place.”

  She blushed. It really wasn’t a conscious effort; it was just the way her body moved.

  Bev waved her off. “Anyway, I think my daughter wants to wait until after Christmas. There’s too much going on right now with the holidays. Honestly, I don’t know how she keeps track of everything between the shopping and school projects and parties...things weren’t nearly this hectic when my kids were little.”

  Deflating a little, Abby sighed. “Well, she does a wonderful job and if she reconsiders, I always have room in the class.”

  “You’re a sweetheart, Abby.”

  “Thanks.”

  A few customers came in and sat down and Abby went about getting them coffee and menus. After taking their orders and handing them to Dan, the diner’s cook, Abby turned around and noticed Sherriff Josiah Stone walking in.

  “Morning, Sheriff,” she said with a smile.

  “Hey, Abby. How are you?”

  She immediately poured him a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him as he took a seat at the counter. “Doing well. How about yourself?”

  He nodded and added a couple of packets of sugar to his coffee. “Can’t complain.”

  “How’s the house coming along? I saw a lot of trucks coming and going from your property over the last week. I bet Melanie’s happy to see it starting to come together.”

  Smiling, he took a sip of his coffee before answering. “She is. Although, if we don’t stop making changes to the plans, we’re never going to get the place done. Every time we sign off on the design, we both think of something else we’d like to have.” He shook his head and laughed softly. “We probably could have had the whole thing done by now if we’d just stuck with the original plans.”

  “I imagine that’s hard to do. After all, it can’t be easy to think of everything you want or need and remember to include it.”

  “That is the truth,” he agreed.

  “Hey, Josiah,” Bev said as she walked over. “A little late for you to be coming in, isn’t it?”

  “Had to handle some official duty this morning that just about took me down,” he said, his tone somber.

  Both Abby and Bev stood stock-still. “What happened?” Bev asked. “No one mentioned anything during the breakfast rush.”

  He shook his head. “Had to deliver some bad news to a friend,” he sighed, taking another long sip of his coffee. “Sometimes I hate my job. It never gets easier.”

  Reaching out, Bev put her hand over one of his. “I’m so sorry. Can you...I mean...are you allowed to tell us who it is and if there’s anything we can do?”

  At first, he shook his head and stared down at the mug in his hand. But when he looked up at them, Abby saw the anguish in his face. Whatever had happened, it was tearing the poor guy up.

  “Do you remember Karen Hughes?” he asked, looking primarily at Bev.

  “She went to school with my Susan,” she replied. “A bit of a hell-raiser. Moved to Pennsylvania years ago, right?”

  Josiah nodded. “Ten years,” he said. “She moved away. Got married. Her husband was killed in Iraq about five years ago.” He paused, muttered a curse. “They had a baby girl that he never got to meet.”

  “I remember that,” Bev said quietly. “Dean went and stayed with her for a while. When he came back he was even more...what’s the word...disconnected?”

  “Karen was a mess, as you would expect, and it took a long time for her to start coming to grips with things so that she could focus on her little girl again,” Josiah went on. “And then...a couple of years ago she started getting wild again.”

  “Karen was always the wild child,” Bev said, shaking her head sadly. “Always in trouble in one way or another and Dean was always trying to clean up her messes. So sad. Their parents never knew what to do with her.” She turned and looked at Abby. “They retired down in Florida after Karen moved away. I think they were both so tired and mentally exhausted that they found a place to start over.”

  “Trust me,” Josiah said, “they deserved a break. They wanted to live some place where nobody knew them or their daughter so they could have a little peace.”

  “But what about Dean?” Abby asked. “I mean...he’s their son. Didn’t he factor into any of this?” This was all brand-new information to her. Dean had been several years ahead of her in school so their paths never crossed back then. But for all the time she had known Dean as an adult – well, the year or so that she had known him – this subject had never come up.

  “Part of the reason he’s a bit of a hermit, I’m afraid,” Josiah said quietly. “I think he went in the complete opposite direction of his sister and took it to the extreme so no one could even think he’d be like her.”

  “So he’s cut himself off from people because...what...” Abby said, slightly annoyed, “because his sister was a hell-raiser? He could have moved away too.”

  Even the thought of Dean Hughes not living in Silver Bell Falls was enough to make Abby’s stomach clench. She didn’t really know him very well, but she’d always hoped to change that.

  “True,” Bev interjected. “But...he loves it here. He loves the town, the weather...all of it. I just wish he could enjoy it more.”

  “He could,” Abby murmured. “He’s a grown man and after all these years you’d think the people around here would have learned he’s nothing like his sister.”

  “Oh, people know it,” Josiah said. “But...old habits die hard and I think he just got used to being alone. Even his job keeps him on his own most of the time.”

  “What’s he do again?” Bev asked.

  “Environmental engineer,” Josiah replied. “You know, he goes out and...”

  “Abby! Order’s up!” Dan called out and she mentally cursed, not wanting to miss the rest of this conversation.

  “Excuse me,” she murmured and went to pick up her plates for her customers. Once she brought them their plates, refilled their coffees and made sure they had everything they needed, she walked back over to where Bev and Josiah were still talking.

  “That is so sad,” Bev said, her voice thick with emotion. “I just can’t believe it.”

  “What?” Abby asked. “Believe what? What’s happened?”

  With a weary sigh, Josiah scrubbed his hand over his face before looking at her. “Karen died. Drunk driver.”

  Abby’s heart actually ached. She didn’t know the woman, but she knew Dean. “What about her daughter?”

  “Dean’s on his way there now,” he replied and then rolled his shoulders as if trying to break the tension. “She was with a babysitter last night so Dean’s going to go and take care of things. I’m sure he’ll be gone for a couple of weeks.”

  “Wow,” Bev said and gave Josiah a friendly pat on th
e arm. “That’s a rough way to start your day.”

  “Can I get you more coffee? Something to eat?” Abby asked.

  He shook his head. “No. This was just what I needed. A little break before heading to the station.” He rose and gave them both a sad smile. “I’m going to be checking on Dean’s property while he’s gone. Maybe when he’s on his way back we can arrange to have some food waiting for him.”

  “I’ll organize it,” Bev said solemnly. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “You’re a good woman, Bev. Thanks.”

  Just as he was turning to leave, Abby called out his name. “Is there anything else we can do, Josiah?”

  Another small smile. “Until he gets back, all we can do is pray for the family and for Karen’s little girl.” He put his sunglasses on and waved before turning and walking out of the diner.

  “Such sad news,” Abby said. “Poor Dean. His poor niece! To lose both of her parents like that.” She shook her head.

  “As far as I know, other than Dean and his parents, there isn’t any other family. I can’t imagine how that little girl is going to handle living in a retirement community in Florida,” Bev said as she picked up Josiah’s mug and put it in the bus bin.

  “You don’t think she’s going to come and live with Dean?”

  For a minute, Bev’s eyes went wide and then she laughed quietly. “Abby, does Dean Hughes strike you as daddy material?”

  The flash of Dean holding a baby flickered through her mind and it was so clear that it startled her. “I, um...I guess...I don’t...”

  Reaching out, Bev patted her on the arm. “You’re probably not the best person to ask.”

  Frowning, Abby turned as Bev walked toward the kitchen. “What does that mean?”

  Bev turned at the swinging door to the kitchen. “You have a very expressive face and it’s been hard not to notice that look of longing there whenever Dean was here for breakfast. You’ve been crushing on him pretty hard for a while. I think it would be very easy for you to picture Dean in the father role, but I just don’t think it’s going to happen.”

  “You can’t know that,” she responded with just a hint of defiance.