A Highlander Christmas Read online

  NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JANET CHAPMAN

  keeps the fire burning all year long. . . .

  “Chapman is unmatched and unforgettable.”

  —Romantic Times

  Praise for the charming Highlanders series

  SECRETS OF THE HIGHLANDER

  “Liberally spiced with mystery, this story has warmth and genuine love that make it the perfect antidote for stress.”

  —Romantic Times

  ONLY WITH A HIGHLANDER

  “A mystical, magical book if there ever was one. . . . A perfect 10!”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “This time-traveling Highlander series has been a pure joy to read, and this book is no exception.”

  —Romantic Times

  “An excellent addition to her entertaining Highlander series.”

  —Booklist

  TEMPTING THE HIGHLANDER

  “Chapman breathes such life and warmth into her characters, each story is impossible to put down.”

  —Romantic Times

  WEDDING THE HIGHLANDER

  “A series that just keeps getting better. . . . This is Chapman’s most emotional, touching and powerful novel to date.”

  —Romantic Times

  “Exciting . . . Janet Chapman writes a refreshingly entertaining novel.”

  —The Best Reviews

  LOVING THE HIGHLANDER

  “Janet Chapman has hit another home run with Loving the Highlander. It’s a fresh take on time travel, with both humor and drama. She’s a keeper.”

  —New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard

  “The characters are lively, intriguing and full of passion.”

  —Romantic Times

  CHARMING THE HIGHLANDER

  “Splendid. We can expect great things from Janet Chapman.”

  —The Oakland Press

  “Time travel, tragedy, temptation, along with desire, destiny, devotion, and, of course, true love, are all woven into Janet Chapman’s romance.”

  —Bangor Daily News

  “Terrific . . . A real gem of a story!”

  —Romantic Times

  . . . and for her captivating contemporary romances

  THE MAN MUST MARRY

  “Offbeat and charming. . . . Chapman’s gift for creating characters you love spending time with is on full display.”

  —Romantic Times

  “Ninety-percent laughter, ten-percent tears, and one-hundred-percent romance. Nobody writes a luscious romantic comedy like Janet Chapman. . . . Superb.”

  —ReadertoReader.com

  THE STRANGER IN HER BED

  “A thoroughly enjoyable tale of a modern-day knight and his feisty ladylove set in the rugged mountains of Maine.”

  —Booklist

  THE SEDUCTION OF HIS WIFE

  “A charming story of love, growth and trust.”

  —Romantic Times

  “Chapman presents a cast of rugged characters in rural Maine who enact a surprisingly tender romance.”

  —Booklist

  THE DANGEROUS PROTECTOR

  “One thing that Chapman does so deftly is meld great characterization, sparkling humor and spicy adventure into a perfect blend.”

  —Romantic Times

  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

  Available from Pocket Books

  A Highlander Christmas

  JANET CHAPMAN

  The sale of this book without its cover is unauthorized. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that It was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Neither the author nor the publisher has received payment for the sale of this “stripped book.”

  Pocket Star Books

  A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

  1230 Avenue of the Americas

  New York, NY 10020

  www.SimonandSchuster.com

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

  Copyright © 2009 by Janet Chapman

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Pocket Books Subsidiary Rights Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

  First Pocket Star Books paperback edition November 2009

  POCKET STAR BOOKS and colophon are registered trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

  For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact Simon & Schuster Special Sales at 1-866-506-1949 or [email protected].

  The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at www.simonspeakers.com.

  Cover art by Alan Ayers

  Cover design by Min Choi

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

  ISBN 978-1-4165-9545-8

  ISBN 978-1-4391-6684-0 (ebook)

  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 brought the 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’re the 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 d
idn’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 his fault 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 ca
mp; 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 her satellite that he had 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 Grace was 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.