My Kind of Christmas

deep and long. In front of God and everyone.
    Jack dropped an arm around his sister’s shoulders and said, “You know, it’s hell being right all the time. The strain is terrible.”
    “Right,” she said, wiping her eyes.
    “Brie,” he yelled. “Throw another potato in the soup—we’ve got company!”
    The Riordans began walking up to Jack’s house. Paddy and Angie never broke their lip-lock, not even when Aiden gave Patrick a pat on the back as he passed.
    Luke was the last of the brothers to pass them. Jack was holding the door for him. “Check that one off,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Patrick and Angie. “Kid’s got good taste.”
    “I’d have to agree on that,” Jack said.
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Acknowledgments
    Three very special people helped me with necessary research for this story. Ellen Hedden, MSPA CCC/SLP, walked me through the recovery process for traumatic brain injury, including the struggles the families of survivors encounter. Ellen has compassion so rich and deep, her patients are so lucky. And I am lucky to call her friend.
    Candace Irvin, a former Naval Officer and currently a romantic suspense writer, helped me become familiar with Navy terminology.
    And Goesel Anson, M.D., a gifted plastic and reconstructive surgeon, walked me through one possible procedure for reconstructive surgery.
    Of course, any mistakes or artistic license for the sake of story and drama would be all mine, not these experts who were so generous with their time and knowledge.
    I would like to also acknowledge the support of a few friends. We share writing victories and stumbling blocks, laugh together, prop one another up and lend a hand when a hand is needed. Thank you to Susan Andersen, Kristan Higgins, Colleen Gleason, Deanna Raybourn and Jill Shalvis.
    To my editor, Valerie Gray, and my agent, Liza Dawson, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Believe me, I never take for granted one second how lucky I am to have you on my team.

The Virgin River series by New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr

    Virgin River—in the redwood forests and quiet hamlets of northern California, where the men are handsome and honorable and the women are strong and beautiful, and everyone has a stake in seeing love thrive. Read them all!

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Shelter Mountain
Whispering Rock
A Virgin River Christmas
Second Chance Pass
Temptation Ridge
Paradise Valley
“Under the Christmas Tree” (novella )
Forbidden Falls
Angel’s Peak
Moonlight Road
“Midnight Confessions” (novella) Promise Canyon
Wild Man Creek
Harvest Moon
Bring Me Home for Christmas
Hidden Summit
Redwood Bend
Sunrise Point

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Chapter One
    T here was a small note on the bulletin
board at the Virgin River Presbyterian Church. Apple
harvest to begin at Cavanaugh Orchard. Apply in person .
    Virgin River newcomer Nora Crane studied the board regularly
and, when she saw the notice, asked Reverend Kincaid what he knew about the job.
“Very little,” he answered. “It’s a fairly long harvesting season and the
Cavanaughs like to add a few full-time workers to their staff. Not many, though.
I hear they pay pretty well, it’s very demanding work and it’s all over in a few
months.”
    Pay pretty well stuck. She was holding her
two-year-old daughter’s hand and carried nine-month-old Fay in her backpack.
    “Can you give me directions to the orchard?” she asked.
    He wrinkled his brow. “Nora, it’s a few miles away. You don’t
have a car.”
    “I’ll have to go there, find out what the pay and hours are.
If it’s a good job with good pay, I bet I can afford day care at the new school.
That would be so good for Berry,” she said of her two-year-old. “She’s almost
never with other children and needs socialization. She’s so shy. And I’m not
afraid of walking. I’m not afraid to hitch a ride around here, either—people are
generous. And a few miles—that’s really nothing. I’ll get some exercise.”
    Noah Kincaid’s frown just deepened. “Walking home could be
tough after a long day