By Lisa Jackson
This e-book includes 3 vintage tales with the Fortunes - a kin whose Christmas legacy is bigger thatn mere riches.
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One ring. Two. Three. “Come on. ” At the sound of her mother’s voice, tears filled Lesley’s eyes. “Hi, Grandma,” she said. There was a stunned silence and then her mother shrieked. “Lesley? You had the baby? Frank! Frank! Get on the extension, it’s Lesley! She had the baby! Where are you? What happened? ” There was a click and she heard her father’s voice. ” Tears of relief spilled down her cheeks. “Mom’s right. You’re a grandpa now. ” “Well, I’ll be—” her father whispered. Her mother began to sniff, and Lesley couldn’t help but giggle through her tears.
And she had him. Oh, how she had him. ” His eyes narrowed skeptically, but he saw there wasn’t a hint of deception in her—just grit. Pure, Minnesotan grit. “I ended up with the spread as payment for an old debt. Now you, Chase, have a chance to make it yours. ” He started to speak but the French doors opened and a woman with blond hair in a French braid, bright blue eyes and a serious expression poked her head outside. She pinned Kate with an intense gaze. “Sorry to disturb you, Ms. ” Kate touched her fingers to her hair.
He had no use for the cosmetics company, stock options, business conglomerates or mergers. So why the hell did you come here, if you didn’t care? Leaving his empty glass on a silver tray, he shouldered open French doors leading to a covered veranda. The air was clean and fresh, rain washed and ice-cold. Traffic rushed by on the street two stories below, tires spraying water from puddles, engines thrumming. The lights of the city glowed brightly, lending a festive air to the night, and on the street corners, bells were being rung by volunteers asking for donations.